“Mr. Rivers,” I gasped, looking at the familiar face of the young master of the River’s family.

He stared at me with a kind of emotion I could barely describe.

My eyes flashed to the day I saw him at the meeting.

He had that feminine, unreal beauty to him, one that

sucked up the whole attention to himself, yet he was not proud.

Rather he was gentle with me during my presentation.

“Tyler,” he corrected just like he did that day with a soft smile.

My lips parted, wondering if it ...