*Olivia*

I tapped my feet on the floor of the limo and tried to peer out the darkened windows to guess how long until we arrived back at the compound. The night away had definitely been the right choice, but it didn’t reduce the weight of Gio’s missed calls on my phone or the things he said to me.

I didn’t want to stay away any longer, but I didn’t know what sort of husband I was coming back to. Could I expect the warm, loving man who held me as we cried ...