Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Jessy, listen to me, will you? I really think he's a good guy-rich, handsome. Why on earth would you want to divorce him? Wouldn't marrying him be a good thing?"

"If he's so great, why don't you marry him yourself?"

"I wish I could! But I'm a man, and not exactly young anymore. For you, as a young woman, marrying well could change your whole life. Be sensible, stop talking about divorce, alright?"

Of course, he was here to cozy up to her father. Absolutely shameless.

"If you still want to call me your daughter, you'd better not accept anything from him. Not so much as a cup of coffee."

"Jessy, listen to your old man-"

"Enough." Jessica Greene cut him off, her voice cool and sharp. "You really think he's being sincere? Can't you see the kind of man he is? If you get involved with him, he could sell you out and you wouldn't even know it until it was over."

"But I've already promised him."

"I'll take care of it. You just stay put and keep your nose clean-don't get into any more trouble and risk a longer sentence."

"Alright."

Hollis could only nod, resigned.

Jessica was right. Timothy Lawson looked every bit the calculating type.

If he really did end up getting chopped into pieces, it wouldn't be worth it. He was finally about to get out of prison-he wanted to live a few more years in peace.

After sorting things out with Hollis, Jessica left the visitation room.

Vince Zimmerman was waiting for her in the hallway.

"Vince, I need your help with something else."

father and

I'll take care of

money. I can't

know

needed to get back to The Gilded Whisper Estates. Vince drove her home

Timothy was already there, clearly waiting for

walked straight over to him, her elegant face unreadable.

angry and calling his name. It was the kind

she called him "darling"

Back when they were

drove him wild. If

thinking about it left him hot and restless;

three legs were braced, though

you. Did you even

out of his thoughts, Timothy looked at her. The icy indifference on her innocent

you," he replied flatly,

of my father's

even divorced yet. He's my father-in-law-I can't just let him rot in there. Whether you ask

to put on a show? Don't you think that's a

found

at

said, his voice soft and gentle, "there's only a little over twenty days left. Can't we just

but Timothy cut her off. "Please, I'm asking you. Just get through these next twenty days with me. After that, I won't make

is your word

ever kept a

say things like

was a parent-child event, if he