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
“Look, lay low for the next couple of days,” Sebastian said lowering his voice as if he were afraid someone might hear him. “Donovan will no longer be a problem. If he’s not leaning on the director of the CIA or the FBI, this vendetta will die with Donovan.”“It had better, Petrosky, or the next tra
The sunlight filters through the canopy of trees, casting dappled shadows on the park bench where Alexandra and I sit, our lunch spread between us. It's one of those rare days when the breeze carries just a hint of summer's promise, but the weight of my news seems to shift the air around us, making
We moved together then, fluid despite the shockwave still echoing in our bones. Frankie reached under his seat for his piece while I palmed mine from an ankle holster hidden beneath tailored slacks.We stepped out into a world turned upside down – car alarms wailing like banshees while smoke blacken
The guilt is welling up inside so thick, I want to wretch it up out of my gut.Molly is so distraught, weeping over Lexi's battered form. "Who would do this? Why?" Molly demands through her tears. She speculates about it being a disgruntled client, a jilted ex, or maybe a completely random act of vi







