AMARIS
Corvin's convoy was twenty minutes out and I was standing at my window in the aquamarine dress thinking about every decision I had made since I first put it on.
That was three days ago.
Three days ago I was a woman who had never been taken on a date. I was now a woman who had been on a date, been kissed against a tree in a rainstorm, watched Ryker hold his brother back from dismantling Cole in the study, and was currently wearing the physical evidence of at least two of those things on a dress I absolutely needed to change before my husband walked through the front door.
I was thriving.
