VELVET CONTROL
That night, as we reviewed the final wedding menu tasting notes, Shawn looked at me with something close to awe.
“You did all of this while preparing for the biggest day of our lives,” he said, voice low. “You’re going to be an extraordinary prosecutor, Catriona. And an even more extraordinary wife.”
I smiled, letting him pull me onto his lap. The city lights danced in the background as his hands settled possessively on my waist.
One by one, I had stabilized the fractures.
The women from his past were no longer threats or secrets.
They were history.
And soon, in front of judges, prosecutors, and the entire Reid Capital empire, I would stand beside Shawn Reid as his wife — not as another name
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