Barbara burst into laughter. It was too loud, too misplaced for the weight of the moment. A laugh that carried no amusement—only instability.

“I’m not leaving,” she shouted defiantly. “I know you want me.” A crooked smile tugged at her lips. “You’re only acting like this because you don’t want your grandfather finding out about the contract.”

She stepped closer, invading his space.

“Look at the lingerie I bought for you today, handsome,” she purred, turning slowly to show herself off. “What do