“Liar,” she said to his 'nothing', looking up at him. “I'm young, Erik, but not stupid.” She then narrowed her eyes at the idea he wasn't sitting, pouting at him. “I'm moving out,” she finally said, releasing the mini-Carmen. “A friend has asked me to move in with him, and while I would much rather stay at the lake house, it would probably be best for his happiness to leave.”
She hadn't even realized how much she would have rather stared at the lake house until she mentioned it. It was her home, her sanctuary, away from Bruce and away from her men....down there she could be simply her.