Gabriella

Looking down at my left hand, I spun the gold band beneath my knuckle as Damien unlocked the door to our suite.

Ours.

It seemed inconceivable that two weeks ago, I was living my best single life and keeping the memories of Damien at bay. My heart accelerated, beating faster as he opened the door and pushed our luggage inside.

He flashed a tired grin my direction. “I should carry you over the threshold, Mrs. ...