Love That Came Too Late
My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler.
I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up.
Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me.
While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring.
My heart stirred.
I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us.
But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet.
I froze.
Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant.
"Diana, ever heard o