Five years later, My Billionaire Ex-husband wants me back
"Just pretend we don't know who he is? Just let him stay in his big tower forever while Mom works until her hands hurt?"
I tapped the screen to close the article, bringing up a map of the city that showed a picture of Crawford Tower—a massive, gleaming glass skyscraper that reached straight into the clouds, four hundred miles down the coast.
Gabriella leaned forward, her stubborn little jaw jutting out, her dark eyes flashing with pure, reckless determination. She pressed her thumb firmly against the glass tower on the screen.
Gabriella points to Garrett’s company building online and announces:
“Then we should just go ask him.”