Greyson

After Lorenzo told Cecilia that the deal her father made was no longer in effect, Cecilia staggered backward on the tarmac. Without hesitating or worrying whose eyes were upon me, I reached out to her waist, steadying her and pulling her toward me. Her stunning dark gaze met mine, swirling with emotions.

“You’re here,” she whispered.

“I am.”

“I don’t know how this happened.”

“Greyson and Cecilia,” Lorenzo said, “I want to speak ...