As Bridget's footsteps dwindled, a soft thud reverberated throughout the opulent mansion.
With silence looming over his shoulders, Carson stood in the middle of the dimly lit study.
On his skin, the air felt chilly, heavy with unsaid words and broken illusions.
He hadn't switched the lights on.The chaos roiling within him was enhanced by the darkness.
He strode over to his desk and brushed his hand across its sleek mahogany top.
He remembered Annabel's quivering voice and a knot formed in his stomach.
“Is that right, Carson? Am I just a distraction?”She had asked
He had been too arrogant and overcome with a ridiculous rage to give her the truthful response she was due.
His lips clenched. She was the only person who mattered and he ought to have told her so.
Rather he had all
