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?"

I say, Watts is really on the ball." His eyes narrowed slightly. Even with the pressure mounting, he looked as unruffled as ever, not a hint of panic in

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

guard. She shot him

Was he psychic now?

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

this man. Nothing got past him. Around him, other

untouched.” Jarrod straightened, glancing over at the

should use this chance to take me down. You've never really forgiven me, have you?" Elodie turned and headed

shot her a look. "If I was going to do that, I'd just drag you home and tell you

stumbled, thrown off

hand it to him-crude as it was, he

to underhanded tactics.

him-let alone if he decided to

reached the door when Jarrod's phone

It was Sprague Silverstein.

couple of days. A fresh shipment of crab just came in from Australia, and

21.ne

going on, so