I glance at Viv, then Harry, then back at him. “Now?”He just stretches a hand toward me, his expression that of a man who never hears the word no. I sigh. “Sure.” My clutch landing on the table softly.He stands and pulls my chair back, his hand warm as it closes around mine, his grip steady. He le
“That must be hard for you,” I force my voice to stay calm before turning to Vivienne. “How about you, Vivienne? Did you know her?”She adjusts the hem of her dress, glancing at Harry before answering. “Yes. I was her legal counsel.”Chase chokes on his drink, a cough muffled into his fist. I glance
IVYMy heart is pounding so hard against my chest that it drowns out the ambient hum of conversation in the room. My hands rest lightly at my sides, trembling, and I hope no one notices.Chase’s presence at my shoulder is steadying, but my gaze is locked on the man in front of me—Harry—my ex-husband
Questions start flying faster, and that’s when, without warning, even to myself, I turn to her, lean down to her forehead, and kiss her. Long and deliberate, the kind designed to make headlines.The press loses their minds, and as I pull away, she’s startled, eyes wide. I give her the Play along loo
CHASEThe bourbon burns just enough to take the edge off, but not enough to stop the irritation starting to bubble up in my chest.I check my watch for the fifth time. Six thirty. It’s half an hour past when we were supposed to leave.“What the hell is she doing in there?” I swirl the amber liquid i
He gives me a look—like he knows exactly what I’m doing—and lets it slide. He picks up the iPad on the table and opens a file."Victoria St. James," he begins, tapping through photos and profiles, “is an art curator from Milan. Educated in Florence. World traveler. Polyglot. Mysterious. Elegant. Pri