CHAPTER THIRTY
They ordered room service, watched some bullshit TV, and had s*x again. After that, they went down to the casino for a while. Every time she caught a sideways glance at her husband, the moment seemed unreal. How could he belong to her?
Anyone on Dax’s trajectory cleared the path so he could walk in a straight line without interruption. Yet, he was oblivious to the intimidation he exuded. He strode on the same way he would on an abandoned beach or a crowded sidewalk. His superiority was more than just a case of his height and formidable form. His expression was clear, he didn’t scowl, yet managed to maintain an intensity that made him inscrutable.
He existed in a bubble. No one could penetrate it; no one would dare enter the personal space restricted behind the invisible b
