She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

smile.

The kind that had ended many arguments before they started.

My stomach tightened at the name.

“Do not call me that.”

His smile faltered.

He glanced at Anna, then at Mara.

“I was trying to prevent a spectacle,” he said.

“Graham called me after last night’s fiasco, and given the legal confusion around the trust, I thought it best to secure sensitive continue reading …