Meadow’s POV:

Alaric’s house—or rather, mansion—was hidden behind tall iron gates and hedges. The drive up to it alone was long enough for me to have separate panic attacks and still have time to rehearse my ‘I’ve made a very huge mistake’ speech.

But when the SUV stopped and the door opened, I stepped out like I belonged. Like I wasn’t about to sign my life away to a man I barely knew.

‘You live where I live. Because you’re my wife.’

That wasn’t supposed to sound ...