Semua Bab Faking It with the Ex-Navy SEAL: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Margo shifts beside me for what feels like the hundredth time. I’ve been trying to let her be—figured she’d settle eventually—but her energy is vibrating with too much anxiety to ignore. She’s quiet, but I can hear the questions spinning in that beautiful head of hers like a damn tornado.“Colton,”

Margo squeezes my hand and follows her out to an adjacent examination room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the silent pressure of what we’re about to learn.Minutes crawl by. I pace. My eyes flick over the diplomas on the wall without absorbing a word. It’s only when I hear the door open agai

Camp Dredfort's gymnasium smells like leather, steel, sweat and determination. Everything about this place is sharp and focused—much like the woman walking toward me.Abigail Winchester moves with the kind of grace that makes you forget she could probably break your wrist without breaking a sweat. S

The leg on the sofa wobbles just a little when Margo shifts her weight, curling her feet up beneath her. I smirk and glance down at the hastily reattached wood and the subtle scrape marks on the hardwood.“So,” she says, eyeing me over the rim of her teacup with a mischievous glint, “tell me again h

The valet takes my keys, and for a split second, I wonder if my hands are shaking. I curl them into fists at my sides as I step through the grand entrance, the glow of candlelight and polished wood meeting me like the opening act of a carefully staged play.I inhale once, long and slow.Be her.The