He stopped a few feet away without reaching for my arm, which told me he knew I was ready to snap.

“Did you remember to bring the paperwork?” I asked, turning toward him with my arms crossed.

His handsome jaw tightened slightly.

“What paperwork are you asking about?”

“The official documents that prove this house was nothing more than an innocent charitable favor,” I replied.

“There are complicated circumstances surrounding this purchase that you do not understand yet,” Russell said, glancing nervously at several office workers who were watching us through the glass lobby doors.

“Then explain those circumstances to me right now,” I demanded.