The sight of them together makes my heart swell, and I momentarily forget about my fear. This is what I always wanted—to see Arthur being a father to our son. To have these moments together as a family, making memories that Miles will carry with him forever.I thought we would never have this after
Iris“You want me to ride… that?”I stare up at Buttercup, who suddenly seems to be the size of a small building. The chestnut mare looks down at me with what I swear is amusement in her big brown eyes.“Oh, come on,” Arthur laughs, still holding Miles. “She’s the gentlest horse on the ranch.”“I do
I can’t argue with that. My heart soars as I picture summers spent here as a family; all of the memories, the joy and laughter… Maybe more children will fill these walls, too. Although the thought of having more kids with Arthur makes me blush.After we unpack, a ranch hand offers to take us on a to
Iris“Welcome to Whispering Pines!” the cheerful pilot announces as our small private plane touches down on what can barely even be called a runway. It’s more like a cleared strip of land in the middle of nowhere.My eyes widen as I look out the window and recognize the familiar landscape of rolling
Arthur steps up beside me, his hand settling on the small of my back. “Selina, I’m glad to see you’re recovered. If you’d like, we can speak privately later.”She looks at him, then at me, then back to him. Something complex flashes across her face—anger, hurt, resignation, all in rapid succession.
IrisThe entire ballroom falls silent as Selina strides in looking like she wasn’t just in a coma yesterday. She’s fully decked out to the nines in a stunning silver ball gown, her hair and makeup utterly perfect.But her face is thunderous, cold gray eyes narrowed and fixed directly on me. Even aft
He sighs. “At least rest it for a few minutes?”I nod and ease back in the chair. The ice feels good against my throbbing ankle.There’s a sharp knock at the door, and Ezra pokes his head in. “Sorry to interrupt, sir, but there’s an urgent matter that requires your attention.”Arthur frowns. “Can it
IrisThe steps come as naturally as breathing now after all those hours of practice, so long as I keep my eyes fixed on Arthur. And how could I not, when he’s smiling down at me, that damn curl across his forehead, those forest green eyes shining in the light of the chandeliers?As we move, the crow
Arthur’s jaw tightens. “That’s not—”“Excuse me,” a new voice interrupts, and we turn to see my father approaching. “Veronica, your mother is looking for you.”Veronica’s smile never falters. “Of course, Uncle Francis. We’ll continue our chat later, Iris. I have so many family stories to share with