I decided to push the thought away for now, refusing to let it take root. Instead, I focused on the here and now, on the man walking beside me, on the life we were building together. “I can’t wait to meet our baby,” Enzo said softly, as if he had somehow sensed my inner turmoil. “Me too,” I repl
Nina “Nice to meet you,” Mila said, extending her well-manicured hand. Putting on a smile, I reached out and took it. Her grip was light—almost too light—and her fingers felt dainty and fragile as she shook my hand. “Nice to meet you too, Mila,” I said, making a mental note of her almost flims
“Yes, I am,” I said, trying to keep my tone neutral. “I’ve been working with his team for a little over a year now.” Mila nodded. “Interesting. And you’ve been to med school?” She crossed her arms, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Not yet,” I said with a shake of my head, “but I’ve had a good
Nina Enzo and I climbed into our rental car and began making our way toward the restaurant. As Enzo drove, his eyes were on the road, but it seemed as though his attention was somewhere else entirely. The team, perhaps. “So,” I began, wanting to fill the silence, “Mila seems… interesting.” He
“Everyone, I hope you all get to know Nina tonight. She’s going to be staying here in the city this week while I work with you guys,” Enzo said, giving my hand a tender squeeze under the table. Conversations sprang up immediately, the table bursting into a cacophony of chatter. Someone was talking
Nina “Well?” Mila asked, as if she were somehow sensing my trepidation. “How did you and Enzo meet?” Where could I even begin? Enzo and I had met at the bar on the night that my ex-boyfriend cheated on me, we had a one night stand, and then proceeded to spend the following months not only pining
“You think I don’t know that?” I answered as I stared at my reflection. “She’s clearly fishing for something, probing for weaknesses. And she’s not doing a great job at hiding it.” My wolf paced in my mind, just as restless and agitated as I was. “Should we tell Enzo? Maybe he doesn’t see it like
Nina We walked into the hotel room, the tension from dinner still palpable but left unspoken. Enzo set down his jacket and turned to look at me. Instantly, I knew that something was wrong. “Why were you so vague about how we met, Nina? It seemed like you didn’t want to talk about it,” he sai