CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
MELINDA
Morning came too early. I'd barely slept, had spent most of the night replaying my conversation with Kieran, trying to understand how love and trust had gotten so tangled up that I couldn't separate them anymore.
He was already downstairs when I emerged, dressed in an expensive suit, every hair in place, looking like the powerful don everyone expected. When he saw me on the stairs, his expression remained neutral.
"Good morning."
"Good morning." I descended carefully in the heels Maria had set out. "Did you sleep okay?"
"Well enough." He glanced at the necklace I was still wearing. "Guests start arriving at noon. Maria has the schedule if you need it."
So formal. So distant. Like we were business associates instead of married couple who'd confessed our dee
