ng in from the Long Island

legged on the plush rug, leaning over the low coffee table. The soft yellow glow

ut the memory of Justice kissing her hand

om

ia loo

r pajamas. In his small hands, he carefully balanced a plate with

he maternal instinct she had suppres

to her. He picked up a cookie a

," Leo dema

and took a bite of the warm cookie

the living room, J

g gray sweatpants and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was slightly messy. He lo

his father out of th

Cordelia and Justice. A mischievous, hig

sofa, grabbing the glass of

ather, Leo dramatically t

milk splashed directly onto the low

h wide, innocent eyes. He stuck

ed around and sprinted down the hallway t

He looked down at the soaked f

ord of warning, he grabbed the hem of h

, and her breath c

nto a chair. He stood under the w

fined muscle. But what caught Cordelia's eye were the faint, faded scars

cheeks. She quickly dropped her gaze back to the

e walked around the table and sat

t. The intense, masculine scent of cedar

bare arm brushing light

ng finger at the cen

ou shift the steel framework two feet to the left, you can open up the entir

rise. She looked at the

ad. He was absolutely right. It wa

Cordelia asked, turning

a," Justice said, his dark eyes meet

philosophy. Cordelia found herself completely engrossed. His mind was sharp, analytical, and pe

vision for the glass

oking at the blueprints anymor

hes apart. She could feel the heat radiating from his bare c

thick and electric. The sound of

ut he didn't move. He kept his hands planted on the

y of his brutal protection, his gentle touch on her bruised hand

ng, Cordelia l

d up and pressed h

his, a low, guttural groan vi

e had been hold

head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her flush

claiming. His lips parted hers, his tongue swe

alms pressing flat against the hard, hot muscle of his chest. Her fing

al chemistry between them was explosive,

an eternity, Justic

g heavily. He rested hi

gently brushed his thumb a

ice hoarse and rough. It wasn't a question about the contract

a nodde

lored children's room, Leo was sitting cross-legged on a

nd of his father's deep voice drifting from

y. A flicker of cold, calculating intelligence, far beyond his years, brie

led out a thick, black smartwatch. I

een. A bright cart

speed, tapping the corners of the scree

he screen turned pitch black, then loaded a

one contact sav

e was G

rd. He didn't hesitate a

o brick is o

hit

, erasing any trace of the message from the device's memory. Th

is innocent facade perfectly res