Chapter 8: My Wife

I should have snatched it back. I didn't. I hesitated for one full second — and in that second, I chose. Because somewhere between the peonies and the paper birds, I'd realized something: whatever this thing with Killian Rourke was, whatever it became, I was never going backward. Not to a man who let another woman's pulse rate outrank his daughter's birth. Not to a family that told me to be grateful. I let go of the phone. Killian sat up on the couch, voice perfectly pleasant. "She was...