Stolen Hearts by M. O'Keefe

Author:M. O'Keefe [O'Keefe, M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dangerous Press
Published: 2021-01-11T18:30:00+00:00

A favor? I thought in the car on the way back from Red Hook to Bishop’s Landing. What in the world could I offer a person like Eden Morelli? I didn’t know anything. I had no political secrets. And I didn’t know anything about the Constantines that she didn’t know. What if she wanted me to spy?

Well, she would be disappointed, in the end.

Theo pulled up to the front of the house, and I opened the door before he got there to open it for me. Stepping out of the car, I caught his rather stunned expression.

“I think I’d like to learn how to drive,” I said. For the brief period of time between my father’s death and the evaporation of all our money and resources and my marriage to the senator, I rode a bike around campus or took Ubers.

Not being able to drive had kept me captive, in a way. Relying on Theo, when if I’d been able to drive, maybe I would have made a break for it on my own.

No. I wouldn’t have.

But driving would be part of my new independence.

“Ma’am?” Theo said.

“Will you teach me?” I asked, and the poor guy blanched, looking around like he had to check with someone before saying anything. And maybe it was the vodka, or maybe it was brushing up against Eden Morelli who so clearly lived her life on her own terms, but I was done living my life like the senator was still alive.

I wasn’t a paper doll. Not anymore.

“The senator is dead. He doesn’t decide what happens in this house anymore.”

Theo blinked like I’d said something he wasn’t expecting. Well, he’d better get used to it. I was just starting to be unexpected.

“I can teach you,” Theo said.

“Good.” I walked past him into my dark house.

I opened the front door and punched in the code to the alarm to make it stop beeping. In the dark, I walked down the hallway past the rooms I never used and was never going to, the sitting room and the study with the fireplace that had not seen a fire once in the two years I lived here. In the kitchen, I got a glass of water and drank it down.

Did Eden Morelli really hit on me? Did that actually happen?

Laughing, I filled up my empty glass and took it up the stairs to my bedroom. My bedroom was all white, as per the senator’s request. Floors, ceiling, linens. The furniture was mahogany and dark in the shadows.

I hated all white.

I should change it.

“I should move,” I said out loud.

“And go where, Princess?”

I screamed, dropped the glass and fumbled for the light, but he crept out of the shadows before I could turn it on.

“Leave it,” Ronan said. “This is a conversation better suited to the dark.”

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