Brinley

I stood frozen, my brain unable to keep up with her astounding words. Langdon was her son?!

How was that possible? What was really going on here?

Obviously, there was no coincidence. Fear washed over me, uncertain of their intentions.

My gaze went from Darcie and rested on Langdon. He reclined comfortably on the couch, but the tight line of his mouth belied his relaxed posture. His eyes were equally attentive as hers had been, carefully looking me up and down, assessing my body for any ...