ANNIE
It was a little surreal being the live-in girlfriend of Kameron St. Pierre. I wasn't his nurse at his beck and call any more, and he wasn't a helpless invalid. He was back to wearing suits every day, with power ties and diamond cufflinks. We had breakfast together every morning, but then he disappeared into the elevator, into the bowels of his company, and I usually wouldn't see him again until dinner time.
I wasn't complaining. I was happy to be with him. But it was kind of lonely and boring when he was running his company. I had no intention of staying home and being some kind of kept woman. I had, however, promised Kam that I would hold off looking for a new job until Phil had been located and the situation was resolved. The great thing about being a nurse is that there
