The Shape of Destiny
I nodded vigorously, moving as close as his outstretched hand would allow.
Then I heard it again, another giggle, louder this time, followed by a deep, masculine chuckle.
My entire body went rigid.
Who is my son with?
As if reading my expression, the guard said, “Mr. Thorne.”
My heart did a sickening flip in my chest.
Things just kept getting more complicated. Damien Thorne was the last person I wanted anywhere near my son.
I heard Jason say something I couldn’t quite make out, then more bright, carefree laughter.