The Bound Between Us

Chapter 830

Herman grinned, ruffling Anastasia's hair. "Doesn't matter where you're staying. James is back today I'll have him check out Pattie's throat again. You go find Monica."

"How'd you know I wanted to see Monica?"

He always knew what she was thinking. That feeling-being understood without a word-was just the best. It was like the old days, when he just got her.

"I saw you at dinner, chatting with Monica, grinning like you were about to hear some juicy gossip. I could tell you were itching to go see her." Herman's lips quirked in a smile. "Go on. I'll head home and check on the kids."

"Alright." Anastasia handed him the car keys. "You drive home. I'll just grab a rideshare to Monica's."

"No way. I'll take a cab-you keep the car, it's easier for you."

And just like that, Anastasia drove off to Monica's, while Herman went to hail a taxi.

Oakridge Residences.

a huge balcony that caught the afternoon sun. It was just one of her properties-she'd made good money over the years. If she hadn't gotten burned by that jerk, she'd

did I end up with a brother this clueless? Go deal with her yourself! Don't whine to me—I'll be there in forty minutes!" She hung up with

"What happened? I walk in and you're already on a rampage. Don't scare Jason. What's up

little brother,

"Let's go, Ana. My genius brother is getting played by some girl at his school. He didn't ask me for money, but went and got loans online to

of his class, but way too soft. Monica was fire and thunder; he was quiet and gentle. Even Abby used to joke they'd

downstairs, Anastasia

heartbreak-Jackson fell for the campus beauty, Kristine. Trouble was, she was all about the money. In six months, he'd blown through a small fortune trying to keep her

Kristine didn't know anything about the Ledfords. She just assumed he was some scholarship kid from the countryside

crowd had gathered outside the girls' dorm Kristine was tossing bags and clothes at Jackson's feet, sneering, “Jackson, look at yourself. You think you can buy me

turned beet red, glasses slipping down

laughing at the small-town kid who dared

his voice shaking. “These bags are real, Kristine I never lied to you. Just tell me-why

such a bore. Who'd want to date a guy like you? Think whatever you