Her Return: His Regret
Leaned back in his chair.
And smiled like a man who’d just bet everything on red, and believed the wheel was finally spinning in his favor.
Across town, Destiny sat in the back of the town car on her way home. The city lights streaked past the tinted windows like falling stars. Her phone buzzed.
She opened the message. Read it. Looked at the photos Ronan had attached—the rooftop at dusk, candles flickering, the bridge glowing in the background.
Her lips curved—slow, satisfied, a little wicked. She saved the address and smiled to herself in the dark.