He Called Me “Street Garbage” at the Country Club. He Didn’t Know What Burns Down Empires.

driven away the street rat who dared touch his son.

If only he knew what was coming.

“Thank you for dinner, Mr. Harrington,” I said, rising slowly. My chair barely whispered against the floor. “And thank you for finally being honest about how you feel.”

“Zafira,” Quinn said under his breath, his hand catching mine with an urgent squeeze. His fingers trembled continue reading …