CHAPTER 1 [ONE]

“And were any of them trapped in that mine?” Henry’s jaw is tense

as he paces around the plane, knuckles white from his grip on his

phone. “Let me help you with that answer, Mick. No, they

weren’t. They were in their beds with their high-priced escorts sucking their

dicks—”

I wince. Whichever corporate lawyer Mick is, he can’t be enjoying this

tongue-lashing.

“If I want suggestions from the board on how to manage my company,

I’ll ask!” He ends the call and tosses the phone onto an empty seat.

“Everything okay?” I dare ask.

“Yes,” he snaps, then sighs, as if catching his temper. He pushes his

hands through his thick mane of chestnut-brown hair, revealing the small

scrape he earned in the mine collapse. His only injury, thankfully. “Just

Scott still trying to fuck me from his grave.”

Mention of his conspiring, murderous brother has me reaching for my

forehead, where bruises still linger from my last run-in with him. Scott has

already almost succeeded in taking Henry from me once, thanks to that old

mine he’d been funneling company money into, unbeknownst to everyone.

Henry made a terrible mistake going into it. He could’ve died in there.

What else has Scott done?

Henry sees my reaction and the anger radiating from him dissolves

instantly. He settles into the cream leather seat across from me and pitches

forward, collecting my hand. “He can’t hurt either of us anymore.” He

kisses my knuckles, his beautiful blue eyes catching the engagement ring he

slipped on this morning. The gold band is thin, the pearl centerpiece

perfectly round with an iridescent luster, surrounded by a cluster of tiny

diamonds. It’s simple, and nothing like one might expect from the owner of

Wolf Enterprise. It was his grandmother’s ring.

Who knew the hard-nosed billionaire tycoon who once intimidated me

would be so sentimental?

I smile. I did. At least, I figured it out somewhere along the way to

falling madly in love with him.

And now Henry Wolf is all mine.

He leans into his seat and rests his head, showing off a protruding

Adam’s apple and that delicious cleft in his chin. Absent is the tailored suit

I’ve grown accustomed to seeing him in. Today, he chose dark blue jeans

and a soft charcoal gray cashmere shirt that hugs his powerful torso in all

the right places.

While I can’t decide which version of Henry I love more, this casual

one always gets my blood flowing, especially when his legs are splayed,

drawing my attention to a part of him that has brought me so much pleasure

over these past months.

“I was thinking about this meeting with Margo’s Nordstrom friend next

week.”

“Yeah?” My eyes divert from their intent focus.

Henry is smirking at me. His hand slides to rest on his thigh, his fingers

drumming inches away from the prize. “What are you thinking about,

Abbi?” His eyebrow arches. “Being full last night?”

My cheeks flush upon mention of our depraved evening. Never would I

have expected Henry to share me with another man—let alone Ronan. I can

still feel both of them deep inside me. “What about the meeting?” I ask,

steering the conversation away from one I’d never want anyone

overhearing.

His knowing gaze lingers on me for another few beats before relenting

in his teasing. He opens his mouth but then stalls. “Are you nervous about

meeting with this buyer?”

“Terrified,” I admit with a laugh. “Like, come on! I make homemade

soaps in my parents’ barn using herbs from their garden, wrap them in

plastic, and sell them at the Christmas bazaar and the farmers’ market. I

don’t know the first thing about this whole big business world. I’m going to

make a fool of myself. I don’t even understand what a buyer does.”

Margo wasn’t much help when I asked her. “She chooses all the

wonderful things they carry in store!” she exclaimed with glee. But when I

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