MARI

The doorbell rang, and I closed my e-reader and sat it on the coffee table in the living room. It was a comfortable room with the right amount of decor as if Pierce picked each piece from a magazine. For the warmth the space provided, I seemed to be the only person who ever used it. Pierce practically lived in his office, and if I didn’t know his bedroom was across the hallway, I would think he slept there as well.

I steadfastly avoided the backyard pool ...