Every second being away from Natasha Miller was another second to wonder if she wasn't making Dennedy utterly crazy. She wasn't Natasha Miller anymore. She was Natasha Hacker now. She was his wife.
His father was mad at him and for good reason. On a whim, Dennedy had served the company to Natasha on a silver platter. She was beautiful. She was stunning. Somehow, she could not see it. She would not understand why he was willing to take the extra mile with her.
He tried to take his mind off her. He had texted her this morning to ask about her day and she had left him on read. That bothered him. He finally decided to take the pills that would knock him out cold and into a worriless sleep. He needed the rest, having been awake most of the night.
Even in his dreams, Natasha was there. Since
