“Why?” He frowned. “You know there’s no one else for either of us. What are you waiting for?” — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“I’ve got a call on hold to send your way,” she said. “And I hope it’s personal, because holy hell is his… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
“If you think,” he began, “that being sober and working steadily broke my bullshit meter, now you know better. I knew you… — Sylvia Day Copy Share Image
