LOGIN“I agree with Victor. I mean, look at the way they’re staring into each other’s eyes. And look,” I say, pointing to the caption. “They’re planning on a Christmas wedding. Why would she announce that, if she’s planning to dump him for Grayson in a few days?. I’m afraid Mr. Bennet might be the one in
I go to the door to let him in.“Victor,” I say cheerfully, “Come in, come in,” I say embracing him and letting him kiss my cheeks.“How is little Xavi doing?”“Oh, you know, the great thing about kids is that they’re so resilient. We’re thinking about having a couple of sessions with a therapist, j
As I stare at them, I know, life doesn’t get much better than this. And I’m so unbelievably thankful to have us all safe under the same roof.The awkward moment came when we had to explain that the doctors hadn’t been able to save Mika. Our sweet boy wept for her as we held him in our arms.He’d loo
We shower together and tenderly make love to each other. Both are just so thankful to be back in each other’s arms. Too excited to sleep, I check the monitor for the hundredth time to confirm Xavi is still there. Satisfied, I turn over to find Sebastian lying on his back staring up at the ceiling.
“Right, maintain the status quo.”“Only now, I’m ready to put a fucking hole in Carson’s head. How do I know you didn’t set this whole thing up from the start to paint Carson as the villain? Maybe you want him out the picture so bad, you’re hoping I’ll take him out for you.”Grayson raises his hands
When I’m close enough, Bennet steps forward, extending a hand.“Grayson Bennet.”His handshake is firm, but not crushing like in some juvenile show of power.“Sebastian Petrosky,” I reply and sit in the seat he indicates across the table from him.“So, you attended Princeton,” I say, letting him kno
I don’t know if it’s the gin on a near-empty stomach, but I’m virtually swooning under his gaze. I want him to take care of me, hold me in his arms again, and make me feel like I’m the most precious thing in his world.Tomorrow, we’ll be rescued and go our separate ways. But for tonight…would it be
“You’re welcome,” I say solemnly, puzzled as to why a completely non-sexual encounter felt so incredibly intimate. As she lets her shirt drop back down, I notice that it’s shredded. I’d offer her my shirt, but it’s still tied to the tree. “How does it feel? There’s some ibuprofen in the first-aid ki
GraysonAbigail’s eyes lock with mine, and it’s like I’ve been hit by a thunderbolt. Damn it! I’d hoped seeing her again would be a huge disappointment, that I’d see that I’d made far more of it in my head than it really was.But seeing her now, the way her eyes lit up at the sight of me and the way
GraysonSecure in my arms, I carry Lisa far away from the feline carcass lest any other predators come along, drawn by the smell of blood. Lisa’s head lays against my chest, her right arm’s drawn to her breasts, and she clings to my neck with her left arm.I’d already felt guilty as hell for leaving







