Chapter 47: Why the Hell Does This Feel Right?

I sat cross-legged beside the pile of pink lace, the velvet box in my lap, and began sorting the diamonds. I lined them up on the carpet in neat rows, counting under my breath.

"One, two, three, four..."

Liam had settled onto the sofa arm, chin propped on his good hand, watching me with an expres...

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