she had fallen asleep herself.
She’d wakened when she’d sensed someone in the room. She’d been drowsy at first, but had come fully awake when she’d heard Jordan Maxwell warn his sleeping daughter not to get too attached to her “precious Fizzy again”—because he was planning to get rid of her.
Well, she wasn’t about to be got rid of.
And forewarned was forearmed.
But what could he have in store for her?
What was his devious plan?
Whatever it was, she’d better get out of Mandy’s room right now in case he came back.
She snuck across the room, peeked out to ensure the coast was clear, and then dashed to her own room.
Once she closed the door, she could hear the sound of water running nearby. His bedroom must be next to hers. Had he just come home? If so, he was probably taking a shower before going down for his evening meal.
She waited, with her ears pricked, and a short while later she heard his bedroom door open. Taking in a deep breath, she opened her own door and casually stepped out.
She almost bumped into him.
“Oh!” She gave him a fake-surprised smile. “You’re home! Your dinner’s in the oven, Jordan. Shepherd’s pie, I hope you like it. I’ll come down with you, and tell you all about the lovely day Mandy and I have had.”
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