Chloe bites her bottom lip.
I nod a couple of times, walk into my office and close the door.
A smile stretches across my face.
Game on, Gemma Ford, game on.
CHAPTER THREE
GEMMA
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That was childish ofme.I’m on my third glass of New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc and, right now, I feel like it was a reasonable reaction.
It’s probably not a good measure though.
Ugh, I’m so out of my league here and know I’m being emotional, but what do I do?
I throw my head back against the sofa cushions and groan.
“Goddamn you for dying and leaving me in this mess, Anthony.”
I haven’t heard from Drew since he hung up on me, and I didn’t show up at the OCP offices.I was expecting a letter from his lawyer.Instead, there has been silence.
This isn’t good.
I know it isn’t.
And if his reputation does in fact precede him, when I do get a response, I’ll wish I had put on my big girl panties and gone in.
I’m risking a lot by digging my heels in.
I’m risking our home.
But I had never been so furious in my life as when I overheard Drew talking on the phone.
