A TWITCH IN LILY’S DEMEANOR

“Your stay here is strictly professional, you say?” I asked.

“I wasn’t stuttering.”

“Fine then, I yield. You can stay here since this is all strictly business. We really should not be arguing over this.”

“Well you were the one telling me how brazen it was for us to stay together,” she replied with sarcasm.

“Fine, whatever,” I walked into the house.

I decided to let it go as a coincidence and not as something she planned from the start. If we were going to work together, we needed to avoid needless arguments and unnecessary suspicions.

Ever since I returned from New York, it’s been...