The Best Revenge It Wasn't Even Your Child novel Chapter 709

There was nowhere for Catherine to run.

She walked toward him. "Where's Lanny?"

"Downstairs." Lance shifted, resting his elbows on the railing and leaning in until they were at eye level. "So, are we tearing up that agreement or not?"

Catherine lowered her gaze, her long lashes casting delicate shadows over her cheeks.

"Do you mean you want to end the contract early?"

Lance's brow furrowed. "What do you think?"

Catherine thought it was a yes.

What other possible reason could there be to void it?

Surely he didn't want a real, legally binding marriage with her to make her the actual Mrs. James?

She had brought a child into the house that supposedly wasn't his.

When she didn't answer, Lance's eyes darkened. "Catherine, is there anything at all in that head of yours besides our contract and your job?"

"Of course there is," she fired back.

"Oh? Enlighten me. What else is there?" His voice was laced with ice.

"There's Lanny, and dealing with the Lee family," Catherine listed. "I'm constantly worrying about Lorinda and Jasper. And Harrell has been helping us out, but I think he might have ulterior motives—I'm pretty sure he has feelings for Lorinda."

And trying to keep her distance from Lance.

But her mind was so cluttered with everything else that staying away from him had proven to be a spectacular failure.

"You sure have a lot on your plate."

Lance gritted the words out through clenched teeth.

She had room for everything and everyone, except him.

A muscle feathered along his sharp jawline. Taking a deep, ragged breath, he spun around and marched downstairs.

She was too preoccupied. He would just have to take a back seat.

Lance had never imagined a day would come when he'd be so hopelessly indecisive about his own feelings.

He had tangled himself into a miserable knot, entirely because he couldn't bear to push her too hard.

Fueled by frustration, he strode straight to the foyer, grabbed a jacket, and walked out the door.

Catherine followed him down the stairs, only catching a glimpse of his broad back as he got into his car.

"Where is he off to?" Susan asked, emerging from the kitchen at the sound of the engine roaring to life. She only saw Catherine standing there.