Stacey allowed herself a small, victorious smile, savoring the look of disbelief in his eyes. His confidence, his smug assurance, had completely vanished, replaced by a stark realization: he had been outmaneuvered. She’d seen through him and played the game better.
She held his gaze a moment longer, relishing her hard-won victory. The apartment was hers, truly and completely. Turning away, she felt a surge of pride. She had fought for her sanctuary, and her efforts had finally paid off.