Greg’s POV
I guess the dinner was a hit, but the conversation that followed was truly the main event.
We had finished our towering slices of cheesecake and effortlessly polished off the wine. We had seamlessly transitioned from heavy, soul-baring trauma to comfortable banter, and I was genuinely amazed by how much we had in common. Our views on parenting, our favourite sports teams, how many kids we vaguely wanted in the distant future – it was uncanny.
"So I told her," Tiana laughed, throwing her head back, "'I'm so sorry, Madam, but Masemann Publishing is absolutely not going to publish your book of charcoal phallus drawings!'"
Her dark, unruly curls caught the warm reflections of the floating tea light candles. Her high cheekbones were flushed a beautiful, deep rose, and her dark br
