Shattered Vows
The morning sun filtered through sheer white curtains as Elena stirred awake, the scent of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. Adrian was already up, of course—
The morning sun filtered through sheer white curtains as Elena stirred awake, the scent of coffee wafting in from the kitchen. Adrian was already up, of course—he always was. The man had discipline baked into his DNA. That, among other things, was what had drawn her to him.
“Elena,” he called softly, poking his head into the doorway. “Coffee’s ready. French press. I remembered this time.”
