Se connecterMy stomach dropped. Alastair continued as though he were making the most reasonable proposal in the world. “Name your number,” Alastair continued,. “Fill in whatever amount you believe is appropriate, and allow us to handle the rest.” His voice remained calm. Almost generous. “We’re willing to f
She turned toward our table with a dazzling smile. “If you’ll excuse us, I’m borrowing your very charming restaurant owner for exactly five minutes.” He quickly cleared his throat, suddenly remembering where he was. Straightening his suit, Jean-Luc turned toward Alastair, bowing his head in deep em
Dahlia No one spoke. My father’s fingers remained loosely wrapped around his water glass. My mother sat perfectly still beside him, her expression giving nothing away. Across the table, Marisol watched them with barely concealed satisfaction, already wearing the triumphant smile of someone convi
Before I could finish, the back door of the sedan swung open. I actually took a step back. “Aunt Reina?” She stepped out in head-to-toe navy, sunglasses already on despite the fact that the sun is already starting to set. “Don’t sound so delighted.” “I am delighted, I’m just—” I looked at my mot
I slept past my alarm, which never happened since my divorce. My body had developed an annoying habit of waking before sunrise, as though some invisible part of me was terrified of falling behind. Even on the rare mornings when I had nowhere to be, I still found myself awake before six, mentally
There was a photograph beneath the headline. Alcott Fletcher stood in the middle of one of his vineyard rows, hands planted firmly on his hips, wearing the exact expression of a man who refused to believe the world had dared inconvenience him. Even in a still photograph he looked angry. Defiant ev







