Chapter 74

Dashiell had never met anyone like Elodie before. She was strong and independent, and she wasn’t afraid to stand up to him. He shook his head. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. He was a billionaire, and he could have any woman he wanted. But he just couldn’t stop thinking about Elodie. ‘Get a grip, man,’ he muttered to himself, raking a hand through his wet hair. Dashiell sighed again. He was in trouble. He was probably falling for his ex-wife, and he didn’t know what to do about it. *** The morning sun shone brightly on the cemetery, but it couldn’t warm the chill in Elodie’s heart. It was March 18th, the fourth anniversary of her parents’ death, and she was back at the graveyard to grieve with her brother. They dressed in simple clothes and walked to the gravesite. Elodie looked at her parents’ pictures—her father, Raymond, handsome and dashing, her mother, Madeline, beautiful and elegant but with a touch of strength. Her eyes filled with tears as she reached out to touch the p