His words hung in the warm air of the kitchen, wrapping tightly around my heart. I want you to choose me.
My breath hitched in my throat. For weeks, I had built walls around my heart, telling myself that Dominic Kane was just a billionaire who bought a wife to save his name. But standing there, looking into his dark, searching eyes, I realized those walls were crumbling into dust. He wasn't asking for compliance or control. He was asking for me.
I spent the entire next day trying to distract myself, but his voice echoed in my head over and over again. I threw myself into preparations for the upcoming Henderson wedding, refusing to let my scattered thoughts ruin my focus. But chaos has a funny way of showing up right when you least expect it.
Mid-afternoon, my lead florist called in a to
