Back at Los Angeles, Matt slammed the door of his sleek black SUV harder than necessary and the sound echoed through the wide driveway of his estate. His jaw was tight and his chest burned with an anger that wouldn’t subside since he saw Emily on that street in San Francisco
The valet scrambled to greet him but Matt waved him off rudely while he stalked up the stone steps to his front door. The golden light spilling through the massive windows made the house look warm and inviting but to Matt, it felt suffocating.
It made him want to go more crazy, even.
As he stepped inside, Lila was waiting for him.
“Welcome home, Matt,” she cooed in a silky voice. She was draped in a figure-hugging dress that glittered under the chandelier lights and her hair was cascading down her shoulders in per
