Nayana
I glance at the door again, my stomach tightening the way it does before an exam I didn’t study for. The clock on the wall strikes noon, and it makes my breath hitch because that means Leo’s father should be here any moment now. Romano Voss. The man who raised my husband. The man whose approval probably matters more to Leo than he lets on.
My palms are already clammy.
I smooth my dress down for the tenth time even though it doesn’t need smoothing, and I swallow hard as the same thought loops through my head.
What if he doesn’t like me?
These past few days with Leo…God, I don’t even know how to describe them. Every time I think I understand this man, he turns around and shows me another part of himself I’ve never seen before. A softer part. A protective part. A part that makes m
