The Cost of Goodbye

Her voice was gentle, and she even thoughtfully poured them each a glass of juice—freshly made to her recipe, easy on the stomach.

Dominic slowed his eating, while his gaze locked on her—he couldn't take his eyes off Cleo for even a second.

He honestly couldn't remember the last time the two of them had shared such a tender meal like this.

His fingers slipped into his pocket, finding the time caps