Chapter 264

• She really had nerves of steel—able to sleep at a time like this.
• Joaquin Latham’s brows knotted tight. He narrowed his eyes, his face stormy, the muscles in his jaw twitching, fighting to hold down a fury that had been branded in for a long time.
• He shot a cold glance upstairs, then headed straight for the bedroom. He didn’t change his shoes. The sharp clack of leather on the floor came quick and hard, and you could feel the anger he was choking back in every step.