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?"

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

his head, his voice casual, almost teasing. "Don't tell

caught Elodie off guard. She

Was he psychic now?

do have a few things prepared, but I haven't handed them in yet. I just told the

this man. Nothing got past him. Around him, other people's secrets didn't

see it now? This 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 come from after her

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

I was going to do that, I'd just drag you home and tell you you're not leaving

thrown off by his

him-crude as it

tactics. When he played his

alone if he decided to play

hadn't even reached the door when

It was Sprague Silverstein.

days. A fresh shipment of crab just came in

21.ne

I've got nothing else going on, so I'll bring