Amara’s POV
I couldn't sleep all night because I kept thinking about Parker and what was happening. He wasn't himself this morning—he didn't even kiss me when I said good morning.
I was drinking my coffee while staring at him in his study room with all my attention. He looked at his screen for a long time and put his hand to his face as if he were having a bad day.
"Do you have a problem?" I asked as I walked up to him.
He got to his feet and reached for his laptop. "No."
"But what's with the long face?"
He sighed and softly said, "I'm sorry. Am I being too strange this time?"
“Yes.”
He smiled and touched the side of my face. "Aunt Annabelle wants me to forgive Frederick for what he did. I can't just forget about the man who hurt my wife, though. Get ready because we're going
