Fenn held his breath, absorbing Hayden’s words as he was hauled out of the house and marched around to the side yard. Two SUVs were parked side by side there. He was only half paying attention, a potentially fatal mistake he knew, but Hayden’s words kept replaying in his mind.
She loves me. He wasn’t just an itch she wanted to scratch; the passion between them had strengthened into something greater, more powerful, like an iron brand molded in a forge, then cooled in water, becoming unbreakable, leaving a permanent mark on the skin, on the soul.
She loves me.Love. Hell, now that she’d told him, he would never let her go. Assuming they survived this—which at the moment was a very big “if”—he’d move to Long Island if that’s what she wanted. He’d even wear designer suits like Emery and atte
