“What happens after six weeks?”
“I don’t know yet.”
I looked at the figures again.
Staying with Ryan would be easier to pay for. It would also mean relying on the man who’d just walked out.
“What happens after six weeks?”
On Friday, we bought ingredients for dinner.
Back on the porch, Ryan stopped with grocery bags in both hands.
“I need tonight to go smoothly. Understand?”
“Meaning I smile while you tell Mr. Holloway what a devoted family man you are?”
“Don’t start. It was a few women. It’s not like I fell in love.” He laughed. “They were guests, for pity’s sake! I slept with them, and that was all.”
Back on the porch
I stared at him.
“So you risked your job too?”
He shifted the bags.
“And if I lose it, you lose too. You and the girls. So you’re not going to do anything stupid.”
