Chapter 3

I laughed. A bitter, angry laugh.

“I suggest you get your head checked. If I’m not mistaken, Willow is twenty-five this year, a few months older than me, right?”

“First, I hate man-children. Second, I hate manipulative parasites who steal from people. And she’s both.”

My words stung Willow, and tears immediately streamed down her face.

“Brandon will spoil me no matter how old I am, you’re just jealous!”

“You’re not even married to Brandon yet, what right does an outsider have to Harrison family property? *You’re* the shameless one!”

Willow was nominally an adopted daughter of the Harrison family,…