CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Dax tried to focus on the image of his wife undone, hanging on that shelving unit like she might melt to the floor if she even considered taking her own weight. That bliss could only live in his mind for so long. He needed to get his game face on. Talking to Maurice would be tough, they’d better be talking alone instead of with Brad or Bruno present. No matter how it worked out, the conversation was unavoidable. The time had come to confess all; there was no going back.
Trystan couldn’t marry. That didn’t mean the prick would appreciate that news, not at all. It would be better if the brat was still a continent and ocean away, in Europe. Dealing with one problem at a time would be easier. If he didn’t know already his once-prospective bride was AWOL, he would very so
