Can be read as a standalone story.
I left her without a word. A note delivered by a servant, and fifteen years of silence I couldn’t explain. Now I’m back. And I own the airline she built with her own two hands.
Kady-Ann Klein still hates me.
Good. She should. Except her body hasn’t forgotten a single sinful thing I taught it. One touch and she’s trembling again, fighting me and wanting me in the same breath. She calls it business.
I call it fate. I’ve waited fifteen years to have her again, those were the longest years of my life. I can’t tell her why I left. Not yet. But I can show her every single night how sorry I am.
Someone from my past never stopped watching us, and he thinks she belongs to him.
He’s wrong. She’s mine. She always has been, and this time I refuse to let her go.
