created for me.

And they definitely didn’t know whose name was attached to the five-million-dollar penthouse.

Part 2

“How long have you been asking about my appointments?”

“I wasn’t reading your records.”

Ryan answered for her.

“Since January.”

Emma looked toward him.

It was May.

Five months.

She slowly lowered herself into a chair.

I sat beside her.

“Oh, sweetheart.continue reading …