How a Dying Woman Rewrote Her Epilogue

Even though Jarrod's tone and manner didn't betray any sharpness, Elodie could tell he was still holding onto some emotion.

When it came to the subject of children, nobody could just let it go easily. Not even herself.

She stopped, looking up at him. "So, what did you want to say to me?"

Jarrod lowered his gaze. "Do you trust me?"

"Are you worried I'd doubt you?" Elodie shot back without missing a beat.

He held her gaze for a long moment before the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "I hope you won't."

"Of course I won't," she replied without hesitation. "You're Mr. Silverstein, after all.

I hardly think you're the type to play dirty or be petty."

Jarrod allowed himself a brief, wry smile. "You give me more credit than I deserve."

He wasn't exactly magnanimous-especially not when it came to Elodie. With her, he could be both meticulous and endlessly compromising at the same time.

She ignored his comment. "I heard you submitted some evidence to the board? To prove your company's clean?"

really on the ball." His eyes narrowed slightly. Even with the

teasing. "Don't tell me you don't

She shot him a surprised

Was he psychic now?

prepared, but I haven't handed them in yet. I just told the board I could prove there's nothing wrong

Nothing got

time, they're targeting both of us. There's no coming out of this untouched.” Jarrod straightened, glancing over at the eastern gate of the complex-the direction she'd just

chance to take me down. You've never really forgiven me, have you?" Elodie turned and headed for the building

to do that, I'd just drag you home and

thrown off by

it to him-crude as it was, he

resorted to underhanded tactics. When he played

him-let alone if he decided to

reached the door when Jarrod's

It was Sprague Silverstein.

with Grandma these past couple of days. A fresh shipment of crab just came in

21.ne

seafood. I've got nothing else going on, so I'll