[Denali’s POV]Anastasia’s pitiful expression shifts to one of shock over me calling her family, but as quickly as it shows, it is gone, and she is beaming.“That’s great!” She giggles. “I would hate for us to have any grudges. After all, as my sister, you must be my maid of honor.”This time, it wa
[Rosco’s POV]I watch as Denali walks away, and once she is out of sight, I turn my gaze toward Roger, who is watching me curiously. If he was aware of what I wanted to speak to him about, he wasn’t showing it. Or he was just doing a damn good job of hiding it.“This involves business, yes?” He fina
[Denali’s POV]“Right, the agreement.”Disappointment rushes through me as my moment of delusion fades. Of course that was his reasoning—nothing more, nothing less.“What?” Rosco asks, reaching out and gently grabbing my chin. “Were you expecting something more?”Jerking backwards, I slam my head in
[Rosco’s POV]I stare down at Denali, taking in the look of resistance and hurt in her eyes, while her words begin to slowly wrap themselves around me like a fucking noose.Until the doubt disappears.Until the fucking doubt disappears.And whose fault was it that she had this doubt? Oh, right, it w
[Denali’s POV]I lay alone, staring at the alarm clock that ticks off each and every minute that passes, and Rosco doesn’t return. Sighing, I turn over, trying to will myself not to think too hard about it, but when I close my eyes, all I can see is the hurt on his face from what I said.“Was I too
[Denali’s POV]I stare up at Rosco in disbelief while trying to figure out how to get him to back away from me. However, I keep coming up empty, at least until the smoke alarm starts going off, giving me the perfect opportunity to change the direction this encounter is going.“Shit,” I gasp, attempt
With each passing minute, my anxiety begins to flare, and before I even know it, I’m taking the stairs two at a time before bursting into the kitchen to find that it is also empty.“Can I help you with something, miss?”Gasping, I whirl around to find a pretty maid with chestnut brown hair and kind
[Rosco’s POV]Nadia stares at me with a look of hurt in her eyes, but it quickly disappears, and a mischievous gleam replaces it.“Have you still not forgiven me?” She pouts just as her father comes to join us.“Welcome, Rosco,” he booms, grabbing my hand and shaking it. “I do apologize for the sudd