Claimed By My Best Friend’s Daddy
It was a fantasy series Mirabel had raved about.
I pulled down the dark romance—black cover, gold lettering, with a man in the shadows. The blurb promised forbidden desire and heartbreak. Perfect.
I sank into one of the leather armchairs, opened the book, and tried to read.
But the words blurred. My mind kept replaying our conversations from dinner. Rhys’s voice. “Alicia Brown.” The way he’d said it—testing, tasting, like he already knew the answer.
I closed the book. Leaned my head back, and closed my eyes.