“You haven't looked at me all morning,” Chloe said sharply, adjusting her silk robe as she entered the grand dining room of the Everett Mansion.

James didn't look up from the tablet in his hands.

“You're imagining things.”

“No, James. In watching things. She snapped, pouring herself a cup of tea with trembling fingers.

“I watched you walk right past me in bed this morning, like I was part of the wallpaper. You barely have a nice conversation with me.”

James finally looked ...