“She’s my employee, is she not?” I ask in a business-like tone. “I would work with her regardless of your relationship. No offense.”

He laughs. “None taken. I’m glad, that’s all.”

Sure?

What if I tell you that your sister is the prime suspect in the murder of her ex? Would you still have good things to say about her?

“My dad asked me to invite you for dinner later this week. It’s with a couple of his friends, and I think he wants to show you off, so come prepared,” Peter says with a nervous laugh.

For some reason, I get the feeling that he only feels gratitude to the man and nothing else. Unlike his daughter, who has no reason to be thankful.

Would she be in this situation if her father hadn’t forced her hand?

“Sorry, but I’m going to have to pass on dinner.”

“Oh, okay. I guess I’ll be busy too. It’s not like he can’t have dinner without me.”

Because I cannot help myself and I’m curious, I ask,

“What about Savannah? Will she be there?”

Peter sighs. “I wish. My sister and my dad don’t get along. They never did.”

It’s weird that I didn’t know all about this through the two years of college after we met and until now, but I guess I can understand why Peter kept that part of his life private.

I don’t talk about my dad’s obsession with seeing me settle down or his subtle attempts to get my mom’s attention, either.

“That’s fair,” I reply.

Chapter 9

Savannah

“What are YOU doing here?” I ask when I see Alice walk into my office.

“I just want to talk. Please,” she says in a pleading tone.

Shaking my head, I point to the door.

“You might want to talk, but I don’t want to look at your face. Please leave.”

“Savannah—

“No,” I growl.

I hear the sound of a chair moving, and Clarissa gets up.

“I’m sensing that you two need some space. I’ll be outside, so take as long as you need.”

“You don’t need to leave, Clarissa. I have nothing to say to her,” I say.

Clarissa leaves the office anyway.

I glare at Alice, arms folded.

“You have five minutes.”

She nods hastily.