I curled up on the sofa after dinner, staring at my phone. The chat with Lowe was still open, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. I must have typed and deleted four different messages, each one more hesitant than the last.
What was William Black’s game? First, he gave me his measurements, then he went completely silent. Was this some kind of power play?
I sighed, tossing my phone onto the cushion beside me. Whatever William’s intentions
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