Chapter 9

Rowan

I sat there, in the conference room, bored out of my mind.

Lyra, God bless her soul, decided to make my life easier by giving the pitch. She didn't have to, but I wasn't sure anyone could do it better than her.

A few weeks ago, being in this meeting with Mr Michael would have been the most delightful thing ever, but right now it wasn't. Lola was.

She’d refused to leave my head and was slowly creeping into my heart. The raw desire in her eyes, the way her lips parted with ...