Chapter 134

I freeze. Across the table, Tracy’s knuckles whiten around her fork. Great. Another breadcrumb. Could you maybe stop seasoning my life with these meaningless gestures?

I swear, the man’s fishing with live bait, convinced I’ll bite if he sprinkles just enough sweetness. Does he honestly believe “good wife” is a default setting I’ll slide back into if he keeps buttering the pan?

But a real partner earns a “good wife,” the same way a good man earns loyalty.

Most guys just cosplay husband until the credits roll–and Jared’s got an Oscar in that category.

Dinner wrapped up when one of the senior VPs blurted out that she wanted to hit the Stonecrag Church tomorrow.

She swore the place was magic for both love and career, and after her divorce, she still hadn’t found “the one,” so maybe a prayer wouldn’t hurt.

Jared said that tomorrow was a day off, with no work scheduled, so everyone was free to do as they pleased. Tracy then suggested that we all go for a walk at Stonecrag Mount.

Jared’s eyes slid to me. Voice low, he asked, “Wanna come?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

we’d all drifted back to the hotel. When Jared figured out I’d booked my

the hallway, yawning for show. “Hon, I’m beat. Gonna

into his own room without

bunking with him, will she tiptoe down the hall

stepped out of the shower, blow–drying the ends of my hair, when the door opened. Jared–fresh from his own shower–walked

broke the silence. “My mom told me

looped him in? “Not really. They never work, and I’m worried

his palm.

and set it in his hand.

His

joke. “What if

one way to find

pulse stuttered. If he took it, he’d expect me to- “Don’t.

my wrist. “Relax. I’ll take

protest, he emptied the powder into a glass of

half laughing, half freaked. Lately, Jared had been wild in ways I didn’t

a flush climbed his neck. Fingers working

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