If I had hoped for a better day tomorrow, the next morning certainly didn’t promise it.
A throat cleared. The floor creaked. Harsh light seared through my eyelids.
I swear, if this has anything to do with lobsters...
But it was something far worse. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a room not with one Huntington man, but two.
"Mitchell!" I sprang to my feet in alarm, relieved that at least my dress had finally dried. "I'm so sorry—I wasn't expecting you!"
Dark eyes swept over me without a trace of a smile.
"Clearly."
Mitchell Huntington may have been Nicholas’s biological father, but any resemblance between the two ended there. One was all charm and lightness, while the other exuded darkness, almost frighteningly so.
The first time I was summoned to corporate headquarters—yes,
