He Married Me to Steal My Family’s Shipyard. My Brother Spent Fifteen Years in a Wheelchair Waiting to Prove It

“Marlowe trusted my judgment in all things.

Let me honor that.”

Emmett’s fist came down on the wood.

“Then wait for her body, you cold — ”

“We all know,” Callum said quietly, “what the bay does, after this long.” And he let that sit, and he uncapped his pen, and he reached for the master transfer.

Chapter 13 — I Hope I’m Not Late

I had been standing on the other side of the heavy double doors for two full minutes, listening, flanked by two state investigators and a prosecutor from the district attorney’s office.

Rhys was beside me.