The next three days fly by with a shocking lack of drama.
No Logan at my door.
No Scott shenanigans in the office.
Nothing but peace.
It's enough to make a girl's skin crawl. Two rejected men, neither of them taking it well, and my days are peaceful?
Yeah. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Stop being so pessimistic," Penelope says, her words barely audible as my cell signal comes in and out of existence.
The Fernsby mansion isn't too far now. It's the kind of place that shouldn't exist this close to civilization—a giant mansion and its manicured lawn, all hidden behind wrought iron gates that probably cost more than my yearly salary, somehow nestled into a mountain. Not a hill. A mountain. In a world where every inch of land near the city is prime real estate, the Fernsbys have managed to carve out their own private kingdom in the most impossible place.
