Lynne Graham | Books

The ceremony was a blur of candles and chanting. When Rio slid a diamond band onto her finger, his thumb brushed her palm, and she felt a shock of heat she despised. Later, at the reception, he kept her close. His hand on the small of her back. His voice low in her ear. Smile. They’re watching. You look beautiful when you’re furious.

“I protected it.” His jaw tightened. “Until he died, I never called in the debt. Now I need something from you, Lily. And I will take it.” lynne graham books

“Bought it last year. It’s empty.” His smile was the one she remembered — warm, boyish, full of wonder. “I was waiting for the right gardener.” The garden by the Aegean was bursting with peonies, roses, and wild herbs. Lily knelt in the soil, sun-warmed and happy, while Rio held their newborn daughter — a squalling, dark-haired miracle named Eleni. The ceremony was a blur of candles and chanting

So Lily had written a breakup note. She’d said she was tired of being poor. She’d called him a mistake. His hand on the small of her back

“Because you used to roll into me. Every night. Like a small, warm storm.” His voice roughened. “I haven’t slept through a single night since you left me, Lily.”