A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

sure I’d misheard. “Access to my accounts.”

“Just for emergencies,” she said quickly. “We would never touch the money unless something happened. But what if you’re in an accident? What if you can’t get on a plane to sign something? We could help.”

Gwen shifted in her chair, diamond studs catching the light.

“Don’t be difficult,” she said lightly. “This continue reading …