Miriam’s POV
The weekend passed faster than I wanted it to.
Between Lazar suddenly reappearing after a whole week of silence, my apartment building going up in flames, and being whisked off into a penthouse that looks like it belongs to royalty and not a carpenter, I felt like I could hardly catch my breath all weekend.
If someone had told me last month that this would be my life, I would have laughed right at their faces. But here I am, living in a mansion with a man who still insists he was “just a carpenter.” Right. And I must be the head of NASA.
As much as I would love to believe him…. There are just so many missing pieces in his story.
It’s not that I have had much time to press him. Every time I think about confronting him, he distracts me.
First with a soft kiss, then a war
