He sighed and took another sip of his coffee. We were in his office. It was nine in the morning. And I was majorly pissed off. So was he. “I’m telling you, Ronan, I don’t know where this is coming from,” he said for the millionth time. “I haven’t even heard about this since you ambushed me in the...
I sat at the breakfast table, defiantly eating my eggs, not caring if my presence was unwanted. Mikalo sat beside me, the darkness having passed. Nona remained in her room. Yeah, I had probably really fucked things up. I needed to tell Mikalo. Certainly before I left for Paris this afternoon. Ah,...
Deni leaned back with a sigh. We sat in the breakfast nook, the large, rambling kitchen with its blood-red Italian tile and shiny stainless steel and rich, buttery slabs of butcher's block to the left, the vast green of Central Park a couple of blocks away spied through the large windows to the r...