(Olivia's POV)

George Brown's sleek black car pulled into our courtyard, the engine's purr cutting through the evening silence.

After stepping out and straightening his expensive suit jacket, he looked directly at me with obvious concern.

"Is the pup with you?" he asked, his voice carrying a mixture of hope and paternal longing.

My gaze flickered slightly as I gestured toward the house with what I hoped was a convincing ...