Game On, Thorne

~Cassidy~

I'd taken a few days off from work to help Rosalind plan her birthday party. When I wasn't planning, I was writing. Sloan had reached out to me a couple of times to ask how the manuscript was coming along. She was the best editor—when she wasn’t micromanaging me. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen often.

Rosalind had gone all out with the decorations, as if she'd forgotten it was Sterling