Back in his room, we’ve gone over every detail with Thayer.
We have the talisman.
Lyon doesn’t suspect he’s been fooled. There’s been no apparent fallout…yet.
Tomorrow at sunrise we bring the talisman to Les Bains de Caldane and rescue his brother.
He’ll pay me, and I’ll be on my way.
I stare out the window, unsure as to why there’s a heavy weight in the pit of my stomach.
It could be anything.
I walk to the bedroom to undress and shower. I want a pair of comfortable jammies so badly I could cry.
I need to get a few things from my room but keep forgetting. I’ll…be in my own room tomorrow. My heart sinks.
I’ve made such a mistake. I’m not supposed to get involved with clients.
I never should have let myself become vulnerable.
If only I could’ve convinced myself this was only a job.
Just a job…
I pull out his desk chair and sit heavily, still dressed in my disguise. The lump in my throat feels as heavy as a boulder. I drop my face in my hands.
How do I forget the only man I’ve ever loved?
I can’t do this now. Tomorrow morning, my time is up.
Tomorrow morning, I’m a millionaire.
Why don’t I care anymore?
I wish I could tell him how I feel. I wish he knew.
I decide so suddenly it feelsperfect.I know what I have to do.
I’ll write him a letter. I’ll tuck it in his drawer and tell him the truth. And if he wants to pretend he feels nothing for me…That’s on him.
I act without thinking.
I open his desk drawer, looking for paper and a pen. The first drawer reveals a notebook but no writing utensils. God, this is the most utilitarian desk I’ve ever seen. Yikes.
I open another drawer quickly. I don’t want him to see me going through these drawers, like I’m spying or something. I wipe at my damp eyes, shaking with the need to tell him what’s on my mind and in my heart. A sheath of papers sits in a pile. I just need a scrap.
I’m looking for a blank sheet when my gaze snags on a line.
Was that my…name?
I fan the papers out on the desk, as a chill comes over me.
If a person could be reduced to numbers and letters… He’s got…everything.All of me, right there. My lips part as I look it all over. “No…”
My bank account and balance history, grades in college, and notes written in the side.
Favorite color pink
