That last note had me on pins and needles and my brain immediately started to swim.
Thatcher's words were echoing in my head: Hurry....
Do I try and pull the trigger now? What’s happening back home? Is something wrong with Jacob? Is what I’m doing hurting him?
Genevieve. Get control. Vina demanded. She was still panting.
Sh!t. Sorry baby girl. Damnit, if I wasn’t so f*****g hot I could think straight.
Carson entered the room and announced that dinner was ready.
Ciaran was back inside, cutting Ryker off before he could escort me to the next room over. He wrapped one arm around my waist and the other held my hand. Before leading me from the room, he leaned down to my ear. His freezing lips tickling the lobe.
“Do me the honor of gracing me with your company at dinner, My Beloved.” I
