He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

something between a lawyer, strategist, and storm cloud. He was not family, but he had always existed at the edge of ours, appearing when something needed to be found, protected, or buried in paperwork.

He was also the man I almost kissed when I was twenty-seven, three weeks before Miles proposed.

I had not seen him in years.

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