Chapter 166

• These past few months, everything between her and Joaquin Latham had changed. Some nights she jolted awake at midnight, and seeing the man curled around her, holding her as he slept, she wondered if she was dreaming.
• Her awkwardness now—honestly, it came from those four brutal years. Joaquin’s harshness had carved marks into her bones. Some reflexes were etched so deep that just thinking of them made her soul flinch.
• Joaquin tapped the car’s player. A soothing piece of instrumental music filled the cabin.