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â??But why not, though?â? Janeen says, leaning forward and smiling eagerly at me. â??I can tell you like him â?? and heâ??s hot â??â?? â??Janeen!â? I say, getting upset and stomping my foot like weâ??re four years old again. She laughs, but backs off. â??Okay, sis,â? she says, coming and putting an arm around my…

A command. From the mafia lordâ??s daughter. The future Donna of the Lippert clan. Without another word, Jerome does as I say and drives me home. Kent is as cold as ice the whole ride home. On the way there, he had been burning with fury, his mind racing, desperate to lock her down, to…

Still, I donâ??t have time for that. I slow myself as I cross the ring to Heathcliff, knowing that heâ??ll shy again and be further spooked if I run at him in a rage. So, instead, I force myself to adopt a casual stroll, talking soft nonsense to him as I approach. I see the…

Kent bangs through the door to the kitchen, striding over to the table of older gentlemen. â??Who let her go,â? he demands, seeking answers. The three men look up at Kent, their faces blank. â??Whatâ??s going on here,â? one of the men says, leaning back in his chair, not frightened of Kent or the anger…

â??Besides,â? I say, shooting Daniel a dirty look of my own. â??Itâ??s not like Daniel was playing Mr. Attentive Fiancé all night â?? he was off playing volleyball for hours. What was I supposed to do â?? just not talk to anyone because he wasnâ??t at my side?â? Daniel and Kent both glare at me…

â??I want to know what youâ??re playing at,â? Kent says carefully, leaning forward so an elbow rests on his knee. â??I want to know why youâ??re hosting parties at which your daughter is having intimate chats with Ivan.â? â??Intimate chats,â? Alden says, laughing lightly, trying to play it off. â??It was just a little barbeque…

There are plenty of people milling around â?? some I recognize as family members whom I had met at the party. Others, though, are completely foreign to me. One man in particular catches my eye. Heâ??s young â?? perhaps my age, or just a little older than me. He has tanned skin and bleach-blonde hair,…

â??Heâ??s thinking,â? my new friend says, smiling at me gently. â??That he has a very pretty new daughter, and he wants to see her set up right.â? I shake my head a little, growing confused and a little worried. Iâ??ve been engaged since birth, apparently â?? an arrangement my father set up. What on earth…

As I consider it, my mind flashes â?? unwillingly – to Kent for a moment as well. He doesnâ??t have any tattoos, I note, or at least, none that I can see – but otherwise, these two are pretty similarâ?¦ I dismiss the thought, though, bringing my attention back to Ivan. He sees me focus…

I have to admit, there is something comforting about being with Jerome. Unlike Kent, I’m never worried about what mood he’s in today or how I’m going to pay the consequences of that mood. And unlike Daniel, there’s…well, there’s a bit of a spark, really. Daniel’s great, but it’s all books and philosophy and plans…