He Signed His Empire To Me

Summary

Driving out to check on the new condo, a woman with too much makeup and a tight dress suddenly darted into the street, slamming her hands on the hood of our Range Rover.

She kicked the metal—a harsh, gut-churning thud—and screamed for me to get out.

I was reaching for my phone, ready to call 911, but Rhys was faster. He fumbled with his seatbelt, threw his door open, and practically lunged out, stripping off his expensive suit jacket to drape over her shoulders.

“Honey, it’s freezing out here. Why would you run out dressed like that?”