I walked out of his study holding my breath and that ridiculous luxury gift set, which felt more like a bribe than a means of consolation. Whatever it was, I loved it.

My face still felt plumy and flushed from the note—and his exit words:

“I’m not done wanting you, Renzy. But I’ll wait.”

Seriously? What was I supposed to do with that kind of confession?

I pressed a hand against my chest. My heart was still racing. But life in the Wolfe mansion didn’t pause—or have time—for ...