MasukMy joke died before it ever made it out.I knew the question was coming.Still, hearing it said out loud made something beneath my ribs tighten a little. “You just heard it yourself.”“I heard Aiden’s version.”“His version is more entertaining.”“I want yours.”I looked toward the doorway where Elma and Aiden had disappeared, then back at him. “Why?”One of his brows lifted slightly.“Fine.” I rubbed my thumb along the edge of my phone. “I told him his father was far away.”“Far away.”“Yes.”“Somewhere.”“That part was artistic interpretation from your son.” I snorted.Something in his eyes shifted at those last two words. “What else?”“That he was busy. Had his own life. That the story was complicated and I’d explain it when Aiden was older.”“How much older?”“I didn’t set an age requirement like he’s getting on a roller coaster.”“Maya.”“Rhysand.”He stared at me.I stared back.A few years ago, a look like this usually ended with one of us saying something inappropriate or taki
Sofia had barely picked up the last plate when Elma appeared behind Aiden’s chair carrying a small towel that seemed to have materialized from nowhere.“Come on,” she said. “Let’s go see the pool.”Aiden stopped chewing immediately. His eyes widened. “There’s a pool?”I turned to him. “You walked past the pool when we came in.”“I was busy looking at the house.” He was already climbing down from the chair before I could say anything, one foot landing on Luca’s step stool, then the other hitting the floor before he took off toward the door fast enough to make the napkin tucked into his collar flutter behind him like a victory flag.“Aiden.”He stopped and slowly turned around.I pointed at his neck.He looked down, found the napkin, then pulled it out. “I forgot.”“I know.”“I wanna swim.”“You just ate.”“I’m not gonna drown because of chicken.”I narrowed my eyes. “Nobody said you were going to drown because of chicken.”“But I can look at the pool.”“Look. Not jump.”“Okay.” His ans
Aiden said it so lightly that anyone else might’ve thought it was a joke.I wasn’t anyone else.Aiden tilted his head.Rhysand pointed at himself with two fingers. “You can drop the old part. Call me Daddy.”My heart did something I had not authorized.I set my glass down on the table. “Rhysand.”He didn’t even look at me.Aiden pursed his lips, studying Rhysand’s face with the seriousness of a child being offered a suspicious contract. Then he shook his head. “No.”This time, Rhysand raised an eyebrow. “No?”“I have a Daddy.”I looked at Rhysand.His easy smile didn’t disappear completely, but something underneath it stopped, his attention suddenly sharpening.Aiden had already gone back to picking up another strawberry as if he hadn’t just dropped an explosive device into the middle of the roast chicken.Rhysand rested an arm on the table. “You have a Daddy?”Aiden nodded while eating.I opened my mouth.No. If I interfered now, Rhys would immediately know there was something I want
He picked up a roasted potato and put it in his mouth, possibly realizing the justice system was closing in on him.Footsteps came from the doorway leading into the hall.I knew who it was before I turned, and the fact that I did bothered me more than it should have.Rhysand walked in while reading something on his phone, one hand tucked into the pocket of his dark gray pants, the sleeves of his black shirt rolled to his elbows. His hair was a little messier than it had been an hour ago, probably because he’d run his fingers through it repeatedly while working, and of course the result only made him look better because life did not distribute justice equally.He finally looked up from the screen, then followed my gaze to the head of the table, straight to Aiden, who was still sitting comfortably in his chair like the thing had belonged to him since birth.I waited, because there should’ve been something. A little protest, maybe. A little, that’s my chair, or at least one small sign th
By lunchtime, and in less than an hour, Aiden had already accomplished something it had probably taken several generations of the Bernadi family, international lawyers, and possibly one small war to achieve.He took over the dining room.I found my son sitting in the biggest chair at the head of the table, a chair that clearly belonged to Rhysand because of course a man like Rhysand had an official seat in his own house, while Aiden’s short legs dangled nowhere near the floor and one small hand held a fork like a chairman who had just discovered a fatal error in the quarterly report.“This is good,” he said.I stopped in the doorway.Beside me, Elma stopped too.A woman from the kitchen staff who had introduced herself earlier as Sofia stood a few steps away from Aiden with an extremely serious expression, as if his next decision would determine whether her family still had jobs after lunch.Aiden stabbed a piece of chicken. “But,”Sofia actually leaned forward a little. “But what, si
I stayed quiet for too long.I knew because Rhysand finally turned toward me, not just glancing, but actually waiting for a response in that irritating way that gave me absolutely nothing to fight. No smug smile because he’d managed to surprise me, no flirty comment, no attempt to turn the room into proof that he deserved something from me.Meanwhile, behind us, Aiden was trying to shove the T-Rex’s head under his car blanket.I opened my mouth.Nothing came out.Wonderful.Twenty-seven years alive, three languages, one company, the ability to yell at a French florist until he apologized across two time zones, and apparently the thing that finally took away my vocabulary was a Bernadi man buying a race-car bed.“Uncle Car.”Rhysand turned. “Hmm?”Aiden stood beside the bed hugging the green T-Rex to his chest, his head tilted slightly, bangs falling into his eyes. “How did you know I like all this?”Here we go.The perfect opportunity for a normal man to say something horrifying like
Ricky took my hand and led me through the crowd. A few guests turned to look. Someone called my name. My aunt from Cartagena waved far too enthusiastically.I ignored her.Then I saw Rhysand Bernadi.And the most annoying thing was that Ricky had not been exaggerating.The man stood at the edge of
HawaiiI knew something was going to go wrong the moment Mama started crying when she saw me coming down the stairs.Mama cried like she had just watched her baby being delivered to a royal sacrificial altar, when in reality her baby was wearing a white silk dress with a low-cut back, my great-gran
Late night, I’m at a beachside club with a glass of tequila in front of my face and a bartender looking at me like I’m an expensive potted plant that had suddenly started smoking.His name was probably Kai. Or Koa. Or something very Hawaiian and very undeserving of being dragged into the Bernadi fa
After spending the entire day making sure my wedding did not turn into a disaster with expensive flowers, I finally collapsed onto the bed in my suite, one foot still in a heel and the other already surrendered to humanity.Tomorrow, I’m going to become Mrs. Bernadi.That should have made me blush,







