Claimed By My Boyfriend's Father
It lasted maybe three seconds, but I felt stripped bare, cataloged, and filed away.
"Lilith," Aiden said brightly, oblivious to the way my pulse had kicked into overdrive. "This is my dad. Dad, this is Lilith."
Jamie stood, and I realized he was even taller than I'd thought. Six-three, maybe six-four. He extended a hand, and I took it.
His grip was firm. Warm. His palm was calloused in a way that didn't match the expensive suit—the hands of someone who'd worked for what he had, not inherited it.