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

break.

Like a champagne flute crushed under a heel.

It was Graham laughing.

Not flirting.

Not apologizing.

Laughing.

“She still thinks we’re trying for a baby,” he told Sienna.

Then Sienna said, “And are you?”

Graham answered, “Claire is useful, but I’m not chaining myself to her forever.”

Useful.

I replayed that word until it stopped hurting.

Then I saved the continue reading …