Chapter 252

• He kept answering the housekeeper the whole time, and by the time he finished tying his shoelaces, the call was over too.
• Zayla Steele felt like an invisible hand pinched her heart, gentle yet firm. He had a hold on her. She lifted a hand to press over her chest. It hurt—not sharp, but constant, lingering like a bruise that wouldn’t fade.
• The feeling hit out of nowhere. It was like the first time she truly tasted Joaquin Latham’s tenderness toward her.