Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
Ronan Alvarez—tall, athletic, rich, brilliant, damn, was he so fine when he approached her at the airport while she was on a trip to another state for Ari’s check-up.
He’d smiled at her, and his steel-grey eyes had lit up in an indescribable way that made Solene overthink his kindness when he asked to hold Ari while she waited for their flight.
Because…well, that story had been written before, and it didn’t end well.
But eventually, she’d gotten to know that their meeting wasn’t coincidental.
“You’re Solene Crawford, right?”
“Was,” she corrected. “I’m Solene Ferdinand.”
“Right. I’m sorry.” He apologized gently and nodded, like she’d said something intellectually intriguing. “I saw you on the