Grant

“So, Aria won’t let both of you leave the house?” Mark asked

“Yeah.” I dropped into my chair with a sigh, leaning back as the leather creaked under me. “She wants to stay in there, take all the disrespect, and throw it right back. Honestly, I think she just enjoys the chaos.”

“That’s why I told you we needed to vet her more before you went through with it,” Mark said, pacing in front of the desk before finally sitting down across from me. His leg bounced. He looked ...