He could walk in, offer me a partnership and more money than I ever dreamed of, and I
wouldn't be tempted to leave.
Instead, I only wanted to bask in the approval from Mateo.
I wanted to make him proud. I wanted to keep working for him and to hear his kind, praise-filled words.
Along with those thoughts came an emotion I wasn't used to having: guilt. Guilt for how this started and why I was sitting here now.
Guilt for the deception I had used to get to this moment.
As I stared at the papers, I wondered how much the fact Jenna had stayed with us had to do with his decision.
She had certainly seen enough of us acting like a normal married couple to convince anyone we were real.
She thought I couldn't keep my hands off Rubliana, we had a great sex life, we argued and made up—everything other couples shared.
Maybe the storm had not only brought Ruby and I closer, but also eliminated any doubts that still lingered in Mateo's mind.
