Crumbling Resolve

Dane’s eyes lingered on Phoebe with a heat that promised permanence; nothing about that look suggested he would step aside when the calendar turned.

Worse, he was willing to voice that claim in front of everyone—words that sounded part vow, part velvet-gloved threat.

“Ms. Callahan, long time no see.” An unfamiliar male voice cut through the ballroom din, snapping Sloane out of her reverie.

She tur