“She isn’t one to cry… so that speaks loud enough,” Zade says quietly as he sits back and glances at the open doors. “Let’s get her back home.”I nod, for once agreeing with him, and he motions for my men to shut the doors. They glance at me, and I nod, giving my approval.“To the original destinati
ATTICUS“How is she?” I ask quietly the moment Valerie shuts the door behind herself. She glances at Adriana’s bedroom door before walking down the hall to where I’m waiting against the stair rail.Sighing, she shakes her head. “Not great. She isn’t saying anything much. She just told me to leave.”
“These just arrived along with two smaller boxes.”“Thank you, those are for Ada’s grave. I will tend to them tomorrow, leave them in the hall, and I’ll take these,” I say, taking the large bouquet of a mix of flowers that I thought suited her and had this bouquet made.Zade raises an eyebrow. “I sa
ADRIANAMy heart skips a beat as he whispers that one word in his sexy, deep voice. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. One moment I’m drowning in pain and sorrow and the next second I feel numb and hollow. I don’t know how to feel, and I just want to feel something.Anything.I bend down, ready to k
I can’t help but smile. “You’re cute.”He tilts his head, as if unsure what to say to that.And sexy.“Well, eat before it gets cold.”I nod, picking up a slice, watching the hot cheese stretch before it comes off and I bite into it. I close my eyes, letting out a moan of pure bliss.Fuck, this pizz
I place the glass down, my gown slipping off my shoulder. I slowly slide it back up, my gaze flickering to Atticus, whose eyes flick up from my breast that was partially on show when my gown slipped down.“She’s in a good place. Death isn’t goodbye, it’s just a see you later. One day you’ll see her
ADRIANA“Then take it off,” I say quietly, wanting to look away but unable to.He undoes the buttons, and I fight the urge to get onto my knees and help him tear it right off… He removes it and my gaze dips to where I had bandaged him up. He’s pretty much healed, the wound is still red, but it’s clo
Ada would love these, too.My smile fades, that emptiness returning. She’s gone.I should shower.Twenty minutes later, I step out of the shower and towel-dry my hair before wrapping it around myself and re-entering my bedroom. Atticus is awake now, sitting up, his back resting against the headboard