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.

the eighth floor, with a huge balcony that caught the afternoon sun. It was just one of her properties-she'd made good money over the years.

phone pressed to her ear, fuming. "Jackson, are you an idiot? How did I end up with a brother this clueless? Go

in and you're already

was Monica's little brother,

on that serial killer case." Monica shoved on her sneakers. "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 bankroll her shopping—and gave her half my designer bags! Now she's dumped him

way too soft. Monica was fire and thunder; he was quiet and gentle. Even Abby used to joke

they hustled downstairs, Anastasia finally pieced

beauty, Kristine. Trouble was, she was all about the money. In six months, he'd blown through a small fortune trying

about the Ledfords. She just assumed he was some scholarship kid from the countryside who'd lucked into Riverdale

Jackson's feet, sneering, “Jackson, look at yourself. You think you can buy me off with fake designer bags? I wouldn't be caught dead with these.

whispering and snickering. Jackson turned beet red, glasses slipping

laughing at the small-town kid who dared to dream he

Kristine I never lied to you. Just tell me-why

her eyes. "You're such a bore. Who'd want to date a guy like you? Think whatever