“Cormac, have you forgotten that you’re with Rhoslyn?” Niamh hissed, keeping her voice low.
She didn’t know that, at that very moment, Rhoslyn was standing on a balcony overhead, watching Cormac pester her with a thunderous expression on her face.
“Even if I’m with Rhoslyn, you’re still her sister,” Cormac argued. “That makes us family. What’s wrong with me buying you lunch?”
“Do you really just see me as Rhoslyn’s sister?” Niamh shot back, her eyes filled with disgust.
Cormac was speechless. He didn’t need to answer; she already knew what he was thinking.
Some things, and some people, could never go back to the way they were. She had no interest in reheating old leftovers.
Five minutes after leaving, Niamh received a call from Winnie, the owner of Versatile Home Services. Winnie excitedly told her that the owner of the Emerald Bay Estates house wanted her to come clean every day.
Niamh was so thrilled she nearly ran a red light. Winnie had said the client was difficult, but Niamh thought he was perfectly fine. At the very least, he seemed to appreciate her small gestures of kindness. He couldn’t be a bad person.
At ten past twelve, Niamh returned to the office with the food.
Vista Gourmet was packed, but just as Jareth had said, when she gave his name, she was served immediately. It only took ten minutes for the three dishes and soup to be ready. A bit of traffic on the way back had delayed her.
“Niamh, you left at eleven-thirty and only got back now. Were you using company time to meet up with a man?” Jareth sneered the moment she walked into his office.

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