ANMELDENDahlia She’s about fifteen feet away when I notice her, standing at the edge of the gravel like she hasn’t decided if she wants to step any further in. Her heels are already a lost cause, mud climbing up the sides, but she doesn’t look down at them once. Arabella Montclair doesn’t belong here. No
Dahlia I find him behind the barn where the ground dips slightly, out of view from the main path, sitting on an overturned crate. One hand is braced against his thigh. “What happened?” I ask, slowing as I reach him. He looks up, and for a split second I see something flash across his face before
“Hey,” she called, spotting me immediately. “You look like you just won the lottery.” “Close,” I said, holding up the envelope as they walked over. “Permits got approved.” “Finally,” Kai muttered, hands sliding into his pockets. “I was starting to think they lost your file.” “They almost did,” I
Dahlia I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised by the sudden change in Sebastian. People can pretend for a day. They can put on a performance, play a part, prove a point and walk away when it no longer suits them. But this was the third day. And he was still here. It didn’t make sense but I’m
He cut the thought off before it could finish. Her name was Amelia. Amelia Maisie Thayer. She’d died five years ago in a car accident that had taken her and almost taken their daughter too. Maisie had survived with a few scars and Weston had survived with a daughter who looked just like her mother
Eloise woke later than usual, which in itself was irritating. She was not someone who lingered in bed or allowed emotions to dictate her schedule, yet when she opened her eyes, the first thing she registered wasn’t the time or the light filtering through the curtains, but the memory of last night pr
Late afternoon. The roses on the glass table needed replacing. The white petals were still perfect but they’d been there for four days now and she could tell by the faint softening at the edges. The beginning of something going wrong that hadn’t quite arrived yet. She would have Margot replace th
Two days before the rehearsal. Ten days before the wedding. And my farm was sitting under a stop-work order like it had committed a crime. Waiting around wasn’t working. So I stopped waiting. “Sienna your shift—” “Is at six. Tonight. PM.” She raised her eyebrows. “You think I was going to let yo
“I didn’t come here to negotiate anything except the paperwork,” I said. Victor’s smile thinned and the friendliness vanished. Just like that. He walked back behind his desk, picked up a stamp and pressed it down hard on the document. REVIEW PENDING. He slid the folder across the desk without lo
The rooftop bar was loud enough that nobody cared what anyone was saying. Exactly why Cressida liked it. She was already lounging across the booth when Arabella arrived, one heel hooked on the seat, drink in hand, sunglasses pushed into her hair. Cressida leaned forward, studying her face for







