Isla, mid-fall, flailed for anything to grab, her swollen, bandaged fingers closing uselessly on air.
This is it.
She braced for impact, eyes shut, and then a strong arm caught her waist, yanking her upright before she hit the floor.
"Whew..." Isla exhaled hard, staring up at Grayson, still rattled.
"That vase, if I'm remembering correctly, is worth about a million," Grayson said mildly, though something serious flickered behind his eyes.
I didn't even TOUCH the thing. Why is he acting like I already broke it.
Still shaken, Isla straightened, terrified of what a real injury on top of everything else might invite. "Hmph. My husband treats me perfectly fine, thank you. Even if I DID break a million-dollar vase, he wouldn't say a word about it. He's already stocked me an entire closet o
