Chapter 16 Still The Looming Confrontation

place of your own. Money. You wouldn't have to worry about anything." He was trying

to paint a picture of security, but it came out sounding like a description of a prison.

"A place of my own?" Angie echoed, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on her

lips. "And would this place of my own come with... a keeper? Someone who expects

me to be a