Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

The moment my fingers brushed the fabric of the coat, I knew it was expensive. She handed it over so casually, and a wave of emotion hit me-gratitude tangled with guilt. I had come here with a calculated purpose, yet she responded with nothing but kindness and concern.

"Ma'am, this coat is far too valuable. I can't take it," I said.

"It's just a coat. There's no such thing as 'too valuable," she replied, her voice calm and steady, her easy dismissal of material things only deepening my guilt over my intentions.

But I couldn't back out. If I didn't follow through, Hayden's life-and mine-could be at risk.

I stood frozen, unable to move or speak, just staring at her.

"Is something wrong?" she asked, noticing the shift in my mood.

Pressing my lips together, I finally introduced myself. "Mrs. Drago, my name is Keira Kay."

She nodded slightly. "I know."

Her response surprised me. Before I could ask how, she explained, "I've seen your photo before."

That only added to my confusion. She sat on the edge of the bed and continued, "Some time ago, my son expressed interest in pursuing you. Naturally, I looked into you. But the moment I saw your photo, I knew he didn't stand a chance." So that was how she knew.

Her kind, approachable expression made it easier to breathe. I took a deep breath and said, "I came here because I need your help."

down and tell me," she said, patting the spot next to

imagined she'd be distant and aloof, someone with an untouchable elegance. Instead, she was warm and approachable, a complete

overthink it-I sat beside her. Sometimes, being close

We conce.

here to ask for your help to save my life," I said bluntly. I didn't hold back, laying out the mess I was in and the

ounce of my sincerity on display. "If Mr. Drago and Cole can't get what they want, they'll make me-and the thing they're after-

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rolling them between her fingers. Her face

shocked. She wasn't

knew what her husband and son were capable of. She couldn't stop them, so she'd chosen to live a life of

she said, her words simple and firm, without a

don't even want to know what I'm asking?" I asked cautiously. The protection I

Whatever you need to

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me off guard, and guilt

I wouldn't resort to this if I had

to explain," she said. In the dim room, her face seemed to glow-not from light, but from the calm and

asked, "Just tell

readiness to cooperate so willingly made me feel small-manipulative,