Fiona
Ethan steps closer, his eyes softening and a frown pulling at his lips.
“I was dealing with confidential business that I don’t share with anyone except family and the select few people close to me,” he tells me.
Doubt creeps in like a spider crawling up my spine and over my shoulder. Why do I feel like he’s brushing me off?
Studying his face, I find the same hard, blank features that give away no indication of what he’s thinking. Something in my mind tells me he’s not being truthful, and I can’t help but wonder if it’s about another woman.
If not Angela, is there someone else?
Would he propose a contract relationship then hide it if he found someone else? If anything, I see Ethan as the type of man who would at least tell me or break off the contract before being with some
