Where the Wind Lies

Summary

The last time Stewart asked me to arrange a blind date for him, I didn't set him up with duds or a divorcée with two kids.

I just coolly opened my tablet, pulled up a photo, and placed it in front of him.

“How about Miss Covington? She’s beautiful, intelligent—exactly your type.”

“Most importantly, she’s in love with you.”

But Stewart’s gaze never left my face. His voice was tight when he asked, “Vanessa, why aren’t you jealous anymore?”

I paused for a second, then smiled. “Mr. Thorne, you can’t be serious. How long has it been since our divorce?”