He Opened My Family Vault for His Mistress…

searching a woman’s face for damage. It reassures them their weapons work.

I gave him nothing.

He poured wine.

For himself first.

Then he lifted the bottle toward my glass.

I placed my hand over it.

“No, thank you.”

His mouth twitched. “Afraid I poisoned it?”

I smiled.

He did not.

We sat.

For eight minutes, he spoke about everything but Sloane: a hotel deal in continue reading …