Claimed By My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad
Then she looked up at me, her eyes wide.
"He’s... he’s intense, Lana," she breathed.
I sank into the armchair opposite her, finally letting the adrenaline fade.
"Intense doesn't even cover it, Blue. He’s a force."
"Start from the beginning," Blue demanded, leaning forward. "And don't leave out a single, messy detail. I want to know about the blackmail, the journalist, and how the hell we ended up in a house that looks like it belongs to a Bond villain."
I took a deep breath in, stared deep into her eyes. She didn't look like she was backing off from it anytime soon, so I let it all out.