“Give me a moment, and I’ll grab my things,” I called out to James as I made my way through the living room toward my bedroom. Neal wasn’t home right now, but that was fine. He texted me to let me know he was heading up towards the university to sign off on the properties he purchased.
I wasn’t sure how he could make things happen so quickly, but I knew, in the society of the rich, there were no timelines to getting what you wanted.
Packing my clothes into my suitcase, I moved around the room and stopped when I felt someone behind me. Turning, I spotted James leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest and an unsettling look on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
Taking a moment, he shook his head and pushed a smile onto his face. “Nothing. Almost done?”
I knew there was more to what he wasn’t saying, but I chose not to press him for the information. If he really wanted me to know, he would tell me, and right now wasn’t the place for it.
