She Stole My Seat on My Private Jet. She Forgot I Owned the Sky.

overlooking Central Park.

He teased me afterward.

“Do you really think I’d ever try to steal from you?”

I kissed his cheek and said, “No.”

That was technically true.

I did not think he would try.

I knew men like Graham always tried.

The wedding was held at St. Bartholomew’s on Park Avenue.

Evelyn insisted on lilies.

I hated lilies.

They smelled like funeral continue reading …