The black Rolls-Royce purred smoothly to a stop outside the grand entrance of the Voss estate, its headlights slicing through the thick coastal night. I stood completely frozen beside the fountain, heart hammering violently against my ribs as the car came to a halt, Harrison came out first.
He looked exactly like a man who owned everything he touched. Crisp white travel shirt that strained noticeably across his heavily muscled chest and broad shoulders, salt-and-pepper hair slightly disheveled from the long flight, eyes already scanning the entire space with that familiar sharp, predatory intensity that always made my stomach tighten. My mom followed close behind him, elegant and radiant in a flowing dress that clung to her surgically enhanced figure, her face glowing with satisfaction f
