Grossly Mistaken

Gael

On the way, Rhys briefed me. “Villa staff will be ready by evening. Sienna moves in tomorrow. Security has been expanded at Clara’s house. And by the way, you made its owner happy.” He produced the documents of the sale deed.

“Make sure she doesn’t know she’s being watched.” I sounded like an obsessive, possessive mate.

“I will,” he said.

We turned the last corner. The site opened in front of