AYLA
We sat there, hands clasped together on our thighs.
This wasn't the way I'd expected for today to go, but well.
I ignored my phone buzzing in my slingback.
It'd been buzzing for an hour.
I ignored it.
I wasn't sure it was Sophia. She'd have left a message.
Or maybe she had.
The moment the door to the room pushed open, I had a feeling whoever was standing there had to be the mystery visitor Jemma Vellani had.
I cocked my head to the side slowly.
My entire body froze.
Cassian Moretti.
He was Jemma's visitor?
What the hell.
Sometimes, some people can't be avoided.
No matter how much you try to run away or stay away, life finds a way of pushing them right into your face.
The last time we'd been in anything physically close was a year ago.
The day I'd told him who he was.
The day I'd confirmed he was Arthuro's father, and that wasn't going to be the reason I allowed him access to my child.
