Chapter 212 The Cost Of Wanting Me

• I rose from the couch and crossed the room toward the minibar with a deliberate calm I didn’t feel.
• The soft clink of ice against glass echoed too loudly in the quiet as I dropped a few cubes into two tumblers and poured the bourbon, the amber liquid catching the low light.
• Ace joined me a moment later, moving with that effortless confidence that always made my pulse trip. Devilishly handsome didn’t even begin to cover it.