Chapter 141

She didn't want Elodie and Jarrod to have much contact.

Nor did she like the idea of Elodie's scent or traces lingering on Jarrod-his clothes, his things, his private space.

Jarrod didn't protest.

He glanced up.

Through the rearview mirror, he caught sight of a slender figure who'd just reached the bus stop.

She swayed slightly, as if fighting a faintness—maybe low blood sugar or something else forced to steady herself on the metal side of an ad board.

She looked unwell.

His eyes stayed cold and indifferent, but still, he spoke. "Pull over."

Sylvie and Octavia looked up.

Octavia was first to spot Elodie's predicament. She guessed what Jarrod was thinking and muttered irritably, "Jarrod, are you really falling for her act? She's just upset from before and putting on a show!"

"Just ignore her. If you pay her any mind, she'll take advantage." Octavia pleaded, eager to be gone.

Sylvie glanced back too, lips quirking in silent amusement.

performances were becoming more

always chasing after

in the

reached out to tug Jarrod's sleeve to

her elbow

Sylvie inhaled sharply.

panicked. "Did I

turned back, concern written on his face. "What's

how much he cared, smiled gently. "It's nothing. I just bumped my wrist yesterday while checking some parts at the workshop. It's

was late. I didn't want you to

lips, then looked at the driver. "Take us

had

his reaction and couldn't help but let

her breath, still leaning against the ad board, her lips

heard the roar of a car engine

the exhaust had washed

looked

was happening with them. She simply sat

making her shiver. She waited for her ride-share to arrive, then headed

and the company was about to close

this year was different. She was divorced now, and there was no need to spend New Year's with the Silverstein family. She could go home to her grandmother and

small, her mother gone, the house

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