Chapter 38
- “I’m not being gross. I’m not insinuating anything, in fact.” Robert sipped his coffee and then licked his lips. “It must have killed you inside when Roger disciplined you.”
- “Forget I said anything,” I sighed, turning to leave the kitchen.
- Robert’s hand stopped me, squeezing the flesh of my upper arm. “The case is mine, Elizabeth. Don’t you fucking dare try to worm your way back in.”