“I mean, no offense,” she continues. “But just to get back at Alex? One million is a lot for a revenge scheme. ”
“I don’t know,” I admit, wrapping my arms around myself. “I thought about that too, but it doesn’t add up. We agreed to not get too personal so I don’t want to pry.”
“Hmm.” Maya tilts her head, then cracks a smile. “If I were you, I wouldn’t worry too much. So what if he’s got secrets? He’s hot, sweet, and rich. You’re basically living in a romance novel.”
“Maya, this isn’t a fairytale,” I say, exasperated. “I’m living in his house, play-acting as his wife, and I don’t even know why. What if somehow something comes back to bite me? “
Her face softens, and she reaches across the couch to grab my hand. “Kylie, whatever’s going on, you’re not doing this alone. I’m here for you, okay? You’ve got me.”
The knot in my chest loosens slightly. “Thanks. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
Lionel clears his throat from the entryway, interrupting the moment. He walks in, carrying a tray with a teapot, two cups, and an assortment of cookies. “Tea for the ladies,” he announces.
Maya’s face lights up. “Cookies too? Lionel, you’re spoiling us!”