Mag-log inBRONWYN
But Trenton wasn't listening, he pulled me into the elevator and hit the button for his floor. The moment the doors closed he was on me, mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss.
"You're mine," he growled against my lips. "Not his. Mine."
"I know," I gasped as his hands gripped my hips. "I'm yours."
We barely made it back to his office before he had me bent over his desk, my skirt shoved up around my waist and his fin
MY WOMANTrenton's POVAfterward she lay with her head on my chest, tracing patterns on my skin."Feel better?" she asked."Much." I kissed her hair. "Thank you for talking me off the ledge.""That's what partners do." She yawned. "Though you owe me for dealing with your spiral.""Name your price.""Ice cream. The good kind from that place downtown."I laughed. "Deal."My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Jericho.*Need to discuss prenup before wedding. When can you meet?*I showed Bronwyn who wrinkled her nose."Do we really need a prenup?""Probably." I set the phone down. "I want to protect you financially.""Or protect yourself from me taking your money in the divorce?""We're not getting divorced." I pulled her closer. "But if something happened to me, I want to make sure you're taken care of. The prenup ensures that.""I don't need your money, Trenton.""I know. But you're going to have it anyway." I kissed her forehead. "Let me do this. It's not about doubting you. It's about pro
OVERTHINKINGTrenton's POVInside, Bronwyn was in my study working on her laptop. She looked up when I entered."How did it go?""About as well as expected." I poured myself a drink despite it being barely noon. "She thinks I'm having a midlife crisis.""She's wrong.""Is she?" I drank half the scotch in one swallow. "I'm forty seven years old marrying a woman twenty two years younger. That's pretty textbook midlife crisis behavior.""Trenton—""And maybe she's right about the rest of it too. Maybe I am just trying to escape grief, to feel young again, to avoid facing my own mortality."Bronwyn closed her laptop and stood. "Do you actually believe that?""I don't know what I believe right now." I sank into the couch. "All I know is that my dead wife's sister thinks I'm dishonoring Isolde's memory and maybe she's not wrong.""She is wrong." Bronwyn sat beside me, her fingers tracing lines on my bare arms in a way she knew would comfort me. "You're not dishonoring anything. Isolde wante
Ghosts of the PastTRENTONI woke to an empty bed and the sound of voices downstairs. Bronwyn must have already gotten up. Ichecked my phone and saw it was almost nine, later than I usually slept.The engagement party had run until two in the morning thanks to Margaret's dramatic exit. I'd stayed up even later with Bronwyn, both of us processing the confrontation. I'd reassured her again and again, telling her that Margaret could never be the reason why we both broke up.I put on a clean pair of shorts and went downstairs, maybe Bronwyn was making breakfast and I wanted to help her in any way possible. I knew that she must have been stressed out from yesterday's party and catering to all those guests. However when I went downstairs, I didn't see Bronwyn, but I found Calliope and Fionn cleaning up the last remnants of the party.They greeted me and I nodded absentmindedly. "Where's my wife?" I asked, still groggy from sleep. Fionn nodded to the kitchen and I saw Bronwyn sitting at the
MY SISTER'S WIDOWERBRONWYN'S POVI gripped the edge of the desk as his mouth found me, his tongue working magic while our engagement party continued just down the hall.The risk of being caught made everything more intense. I had to bite my lip to stay quiet as he brought me to the edge and over, my body shaking with the force of it.He stood and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Then he turned me around, bending me over the desk as he entered me from behind."My fiancée," he growled in my ear. "Soon to be my wife.""Trenton—""Say it. Tell me you're mine.""I'm yours." I pushed back against him. "Only yours."He gripped my hips and drove into me harder, both of us chasing release. When it hit we came together, his hand covering my mouth to muffle my cry.Afterward we straightened our clothes and fixed our hair, looking semi-presentable before rejoining the party."Think anyone noticed we were gone?" I asked."Probably." He grinned. "Don't care."We slipped back into
The AnnouncementBRONWYNCalliope had outdone herself.The estate looked like something out of a magazine with white lights strung through every tree, ice sculptures flanking the entrance, and servers in black tie circulating with champagne. She'd transformed Trenton's backyard into an elegant wonderland for our engagement party."This is too much," I said for the tenth time as she adjusted my hair."Nonsense." She stepped back to admire her work. "You're marrying my brother. We're celebrating properly."I looked at myself in the mirror, the sapphire engagement ring catching the light. Navy dress that hugged my curves, hair swept up, makeup perfect. I looked like someone who belonged at parties like this.Except I still felt like the girl who used to visit Eudora for sleepovers."Stop overthinking," Calliope said, reading my mind. "You've earned this. Both of you have."Downstairs I heard cars arriving, and voices filling the house. My stomach twisted with nerves."Ready?" Calliope of
BRONWYNThree months passed in a blur of building and planning and healing.The Boston firm approved my proposal to open a Pinehaven branch with me as director. I spent weekdays in Boston managing the transition and weekends in Pinehaven scouting office locations and building a local client base. Trenton's connections helped, he introduced me to business owners and developers who needed marketing consultation, and slowly I built a reputation separate from being "Trenton Rhiggs' girlfriend."The media attention faded as new scandals emerged to capture public interest. Occasionally someone would recognize us at restaurants or comment on the age gap, but mostly people moved on to caring about their own lives.Eudora and I had coffee every few weeks when she visited from New York. The conversations were still sometimes awkward, still navigating the weird territory of best frie
Tears filled my eyes because I hadn't expected support from anyone."Thank you," I whispered."Don't thank me yet." His expression turned serious. "You need to understand what you're getting into. This town will talk, people will judge, Eudora may never f
BRONWYNThe train to Boston felt endless, every mile taking me further from Trenton and closer to a life that suddenly felt empty. I stared out the window at the darkness rushing past, replaying Eudora's face over and over.*I never want to
TRENTONEverything happened too fast and too slow at the same time.Eudora walked up the path, her smile bright while I stood frozen at the spot, my brain moving with the speed of a freight train but still unable to recollect m
TRENTONI started with teasing, my free hand roaming down her body, skirting her inner thighs without mercy. I brushed my knuckles along the slick folds of her pussy, but pulled back each time she whimpered and bucked toward me. 'Not yet, baby,' I murmured, nipping at her earlobe. 'I want







