“Do not let her leave.”

your actual life,” I whispered fiercely. “Cormac is coming through the front door right now. Take the binder out and lay it flat on the mahogany table before he gets here.”

Callie, ever the steadfast doula accustomed to high-stakes emergencies, didn’t waste a breath asking questions. Her eyes hardened. “Got it.”

I turned back just as Rowan glanced over continue reading …