At dinner, Hull and Elliot Harlow were deep in conversation off to one side, while Susanna stayed close to Lacey.
Lacey picked at a vegetable salad in the dining room, but Susanna was enthusiastically devouring meat. “Mom, can that really be any good?”
“I’m not a young girl like you anymore,” Lacey replied. “My metabolism has slowed down. If I ate like you, can you imagine how huge I’d get? Besides, with a husband this young, I have to keep my figure in shape.”
Susanna blinked. As far as she could remember, her mother had always been this way—her fashion sense unchanged, her curly hair pulled back stylishly, her makeup flawless, and her outfits impeccably chosen.
Lacey glanced toward Hull and Elliot. The two men looked quite serious, though she couldn’t hear what they were saying. Her gaze then returned to Susanna. “This thing with you and Hull… was it consensual?”
“Huh?” What did she mean?
Lacey’s eyes flickered back from Hull, her expression shifting to the classic, scrutinizing gaze of a parent. No matter how outstanding a man was, he never seemed quite good enough for one’s own child. She looked at Susanna, her expression suddenly serious.
Susanna quickly swallowed the bite of meat in her mouth. “I—It was consensual,” she stammered.
Lacey raised an eyebrow. “I thought you had a thing for the refined, intellectual types. He looks dangerous.”
Susanna was at a loss for words. Did she like the gentle type? “That was before. I hadn’t met anyone like him back then.” Growing up in Portis City, most of the boys she knew were polite and well-mannered. She had never encountered anyone like Hull.
Just as Lacey was about to say more, her phone, sitting on the table beside her, began to vibrate. She put down her fork, glanced at the caller ID, and answered. “Hello?”
“Did we really never sleep together?” Derek’s voice, tight with restrained fury, came through the phone.


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