“Dance with me,” he murmurs against my ear.
I look up at him. He’s smiling.
Kir and Jillian. Jillian and Kir. I suppose that’ll have to be a story for another time.
We dance in the candlelit living room of our Brooklyn brownstone, surrounded by buttercream roses and empty champagne flutes and the people we love most in the world. I have my cheek against his chest and Lukas’s hand in my hair and the strong, hopeful thump of a heart that took eighteen years to start beating again.
Mine beats right alongside it.
From sss bestselling author Nicole Fox comes a STANDALONE billionaire, masked stalker, mafia-lite romance…
There's a man in my apartment.
He's looming in the dark, wearing a mask and leather gloves, and I know what he came here to do.
He doesn't kill me that night, though.
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