Olivia's POV

“You actually slapped him?” Grace asked, her eyes wide with astonishment, a playful grin spreading across her face.

“It was quite a moment,” I said, chuckling as I rubbed my right palm, reliving the sensation. “You should’ve seen his expression—more stunned than hurt, like he couldn’t believe I had it in me.”

Grace threw her head back, laughing heartily. “Oh, Lord, I wish I’d been there to witness that,” she said, collapsing onto the couch with a ...