Pierre Fontaine stared at the phone in his hand. “Just one more probe?” she asked hungrily. “Practice,” Stacey said shortly. The recorder’s fingers kept tapping irregularly on the steno machine. I ruthlessly crushed the urge to pull away, even without a warning twinge from my bladder. Read 14259 times |
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Yes, a return call in the morning might do the trick. “Resigned,” I repeated firmly. Obviously I’d do anything for Stacey, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. Playing around because Stacey wanted me to was another thing entirely. I hadn’t seen him for weeks. “Hey, Kim, I think we have a problem…”
Chapter 11, In which I become stinking rich
“…and that’s why I believe I would be the logical, and best, choice to manage my parents’ conservatorship,” I concluded the story — and my presentation. I’d lived with Michael for years and knew our address like I knew my name — and it was… Somehow Alan had talked Candi into filing a
