I took a job bathing a paralyzed billionaire because my children were starving and I had no other choice. I told myself it was only work, only a…

But what if it hadn’t been Ryan?

The thought was insane.

Impossible.

And yet the necklace existed.

I barely slept.

At seven the next morning, my phone rang.

Unknown number.

I answered.

“Rachel?”

Christopher Bennett.

I sat up.

“What do you want?”

A long silence.

“Come back.”

“Why?”

“Because you

need the job.”

Anger flared through me.

“And you need someone willing to tolerate you.”

Another pause.

“That too.”

I looked toward Brandon sleeping on the couch.

“Will you tell me about Ryan?”

“No.”

I nearly

hung up.

Then Christopher added, “Not yet.”

I gripped the phone.

“What does that mean?”

“It means there are things you do not understand.”

“Then help me understand.”

“I can’t.”