CATHERINE
“We need to talk.”
The words hung between us like a thin thread, one wrong move and everything comes unraveling.
Ronald’s eyes moved over my shoulder, then back at me. He opened his mouth to say something but then the other side of his car door opened.
My brows furrowed.
A man stepped out, hair as gray as the streams of moonlight, lines carved into his face from stress and age but his eyes were hard, sharp, assessing the area before finally landing on me.
For some reason, my pulse stumbled.
A slow smile stretched across his face as he rounded the car. He stretched out his hands, probably for a handshake but Ronald stepped in between us, his jaw locking and unlocking.
The man chuckled, the sound almost sounding amused as he took a step back. “You’re even more stunning in
