LOGIN“Are you out of your mind?” Carter said tightly. “I can’t just walk away from this.”“Then I suggest you put in a word with your superiors, claiming that there is nothing worth investigating about the Marcellos anymore,” he grated. “Oh, and one more thing.”“What?” he barked out. Shockingly, I wat
Layla “You stole all of the pictures?!” I shouted.I had no idea what to expect when Aldo told me that he had a plan to have my medical license reinstated. After he helped me get my bags sorted out from my returning back home, he dragged me to the office and bent down to the large safe that was s
What really caused my heart to skip several beats was when the pink tip of her tongue licked along her bottom lip. Something was stirring within the caverns of my chest. It caused a fiery heat to engulf my heart and lungs.I wanted this woman. I wanted her in a way that only a hidden part of myself
Ethan “I didn’t think you’d agree to meet with me,” I said.“Believe me, neither did I,” Stasia admitted plainly.The moment I found out that Layla had returned to the Marcellos, I asked Aldo for Stasia’s number. I reached out to her with the hopes that she would be willing to talk.As I suspected,
“Hello, sweetheart,” I said. “How are you, how was your long weekend?”“It was nice,” he said quietly. “Dad and I spent time together.”I gave him a smile and nodded. “That’s good.”“Are you better now?” he asked bluntly.I clenched my jaw, catching whatever immediate answer was trying to come out.
Layla The morning we were set to head back to New York, I repacked my bags and brought them downstairs. While Eva was busy wiping down on the counters in the kitchen, I noticed Stasia standing out on the back deck.She was leaning against the railing, overlooking the gorgeous ocean view. I instantl
Layla The low hum of the engine filled the empty spaces of the vast luxury car. I’d taken the middle seat, and Eli nestled in beside me. Our hands folded into our laps, bound in zip ties tight enough to cut skin. Though he pressed against my side, Eli didn’t cry, didn’t whimper, didn’t tremble. H
Aldo Morning sunshine streamed through the expansive arched windows of the formal dining room, bathing the sprawling dining table in a warm glow. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee and just-out-of-the-oven pastries wafted through the air from the kitchen. An utterly idyllic scene, truly. And frankly
Aldo stood. “All right.” I led the way through the restaurant lobby and out into the parking lot. The cool night air whispered across my cheeks and my short heels clicked against the pavement of the parking lot. I stopped around the side of the building, where I thought we might have the best cha
Layla The warm, heavy scents of garlic and thyme filled the kitchen as I tossed vegetables on the sizzling skillet. Normally, cooking calmed me—because it was such a safe, domestic contrast to the high-octane pace of hospital life. But my mind was far from settled; I’d stopped seeing the browning z







