Whispers Turn to Whimpers: Could He Ever Change? novel Chapter 1243

Sherilyn blinked rapidly, pushing back the tears that threatened to spill over, and quickly changed the subject. “So, why are you here today? Did you forget?”

“Oh, right.”

Galen remembered his original purpose and got back to business. “The house is all set now—everything checks out. In a bit, I’ll call the housekeeper and staff over so I can fill them in on the utilities, security codes, that sort of thing... Also, I brought your car over.”

“Perfect.”

Once they’d finished up with all the practical matters, Sherilyn turned to her brother with a warm smile. “Thanks for all your help.” Then her tone shifted, a little teasing. “So, how are things with you and Joyce?”

Galen froze, and a flush crept quickly up his cheeks.

“Well…” He hesitated, fidgeting. “It’s... going okay, I guess?”

“What does ‘okay’ mean?” Sherilyn was incredulous. “Come on, spill. Is there a chance for something more?”

Galen gave a sheepish little smile. “Sis, I don’t think she dislikes me. I’ve asked her out a few times, and she’s never turned me down.”

That was something, at least.

Sherilyn’s lips curved up in a genuine smile. That was definitely a good sign.

She patted his shoulder, encouraging him. “Keep at it.”

Galen grinned, his earlier embarrassment forgotten. “I will. I’m trying, really.”

…

It was a bright summer morning—sunrise came early this time of year.

Sherilyn was up before dawn. Today, she had an appointment at Dr. Wilson’s clinic. Work on her new show would start soon, and she couldn’t afford to put off her treatment any longer.

Candida was driving—her own car, the one Galen had bought for her not long ago.

They pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the entrance to the neighborhood.

At the corner, beneath the thick canopy of a London plane tree, a sleek Bentley sat quietly hidden in the shade.

In the back seat, Gilbert watched as Sherilyn’s car drove away, his eyes following until it disappeared from view.

“Mr. Gilbert?”

Only after the car was gone did Charles, his assistant, turn and ask in a low voice, “Shall we go?”

Gilbert nodded, finally tearing his gaze away. “Yeah. Let’s go.”