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“I don’t want six months.” He cupped her face. “I want forever. But I was too proud to say it. So I wrote a contract instead.” “I know

Rio stepped inside without being invited. His suit was Savile Row, his watch a Patek Philippe, and his presence filled her cramped flat like a tidal wave. “Your father owed me more than you know. And now you owe me.” his watch a Patek Philippe

Lily’s spine stiffened. Dad had been a gambler, a charmer, and a liar. She’d spent her twenties cleaning up his messes. “I don’t owe you anything, Rio.”