Louis
Nash said he needed time alone after his unexpected reunion with his sister. I didn’t blame him, but I kind of wish he would reach out to me or at least to Daphne, rather than to retreat into himself. Daphne assured me it was just his way of dealing with things, and that he hadn’t left our bed for good, he just needed some space and time to work things out.
Meanwhile, I was distracted by the situation with Pilar Larkin. I’d put up with that b***h’s shenanigans for too long, and now it had cost me a very competent personal assistant. I’d been putting up with her presence in the pack house in hopes that she would give me the information I needed to cut her father off at the knees.
When I rolled out of bed in the morning, my first thought was to call Leanne to go over my schedul
