Olivia

"I'm not accepting your job offer. I don't need your help. Financial, legal, or otherwise." I straightened my shoulders. "Whatever you think is going on, whatever you think you know, you're wrong. So do us both a favor and don't approach me again. Don't show up wherever I am. Don't offer me coffee or jobs or your unsolicited opinions about my marriage."

James tilted his head, studying me like I was some fascinating specimen under a microscope. Then he ...