Once Frank had calmed down, he realized he couldn’t push her too hard.
Still, leaving her alone here made him uneasy. It would be far too easy for someone to take advantage of the situation.
Take Cliff, for example—the guy who’d just dropped her off.
Hearing that Frank was moving into the apartment below hers made Elissa distinctly uncomfortable, but there wasn’t much she could do about it.
It wasn’t like she could just buy the whole building.
Some things were simply out of her control.
Doing her best to keep her tone even, she said, “That’s your business. You don’t need to tell me about it.”
The message was clear: Move in if you want—what do I care?
Frank’s chest tightened at her cold, detached expression. He even considered, just for a second, bringing her back to Greenwood Manor right now. At least there, he could keep an eye on her, make sure she didn’t disappear.
But with Rowan living next door, he had no choice but to hold himself back.
Maybe he wouldn’t have to wait much longer. Once he found proof that Elissa’s parents’ deaths were really connected to the Murphy family, he doubted Elissa would want to stay anywhere near Rowan.
The elevator doors slid open. Without sparing Frank a glance, Elissa stepped inside and pressed her floor number.
Frank followed, his long legs easily catching up to her.
Twenty-second floor for her. Twenty-first for him.
Each second the elevator climbed felt endless to Elissa.
Frank watched her press herself against the far wall, keeping as much distance as possible. For a moment, he was swept back to the past—to those holidays and birthdays over the last three years, when she’d waited for him to come home.
He never did.

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