Gina
Of all the ways I had imagined Zander Preston telling me he loved me, standing in his penthouse surrounded by his parents, his uncle, security officers, and fourteen-year-old evidence of questionable investments had never made the list.
Then again, nothing about us had happened normally.
I was still standing with my arms around his neck when Mario cleared his throat loudly enough to remind me we had an audience.
“Finally.”
I pulled back, my face heating.
Zander frowned at his father. “What does that mean?”
“It means everybody knows except you two.”
“I didn’t know,” Michael said.
Mario waved him off. “You don’t count.”
“I appreciate that.”
Mama laughed softly, and even Sarah, who was still on video from the hospital, smiled from the tablet propped on the counter. For a few s
