He Thought He Was Just Helping a Vulnerable Stranger! Her True Identity

on the massive desk that likely cost more than his entire garage was worth.

“Jesus,” the word slipped out of him, quiet and almost reverent. “This is really your life?”

“Part of it,” Sloan said gently. “Please, sit.”

She gestured toward the comfortable seating area situated by the floor-to-ceiling windows—two plush leather chairs arranged intimately around continue reading …