Prologue
A box of chocolates tied with a scarlet ribbon. The images of the sweets on the cover entice and tempt. The golden linings around the edges emphasize the lavishness of the gift. Normally it would mean that the one who gave it prepared it with everything he had. His heart. His love.
Declan pondered over it. Love? When this was meant to be a farewell gift?
“Parker, please. You’re leaving, after all we’ve had?”
Parker turned away.
“What do we have? You’re in LA, I’m in London. Then, the next time I’m here in Venice, you fly home.”
“That’s not what I mean.” Declan immediately thought he was too harsh. “Sorry, but we’ve been together all these years…if you consider us together.” His voice quieted. “Or do you have another reason?”
Parker turned back suddenly, ignoring the fact th
