Sharp Turn

When happiness sparkles like champagne bubbles and nothing foretells trouble… When it seems it will always be this way: a wonderful life, the beloved man by your side… A wonderful fairy tale.

But just one cruel mistake— not yours, but someone else’s— and you find yourself where none of that exists. It hasn’t happened yet.

In the past.

And he… your Chaser… He’s here too. But do you still matter to him now?

— Get up, princess.

— Mm-mmm, it’s already time?

Laiza stretched out, savoring the silk sheets decorated with pink lilies, and smiled sleepily.

— Just a little more… lie with me, Mac.

— I can’t.

— Well lie… I’ll hold you, press close to you, and we’ll snuggle. Five minutes.

The tall dark-haired man standing by the wardrobe laughed.

— You asked me to wake you up yourself—today a client is waiting. The very one you decided to work on the project for. I told you to leave it to your designers, but you’re wonderfully stubborn, beautiful.

From under the blanket pulled up over her face came an annoyed “Mm-mmm-mmm.”

— We could do something interesting…

— I’m sure we can. We haven’t been doing anything uninteresting for a long time, and trust me, I’m ready on a moment’s notice— but I need to go to work; Drake calls.

— He always calls at the wrong time.

— Don’t grumble, we’ll make up for it tonight.

The one who had pulled the blanket from her face now looked at the sleepy Laiza, with her messy black hair, and smiled gently. Eyes the color of damp leaves, dark stubble, neatly outlined and slightly audacious lips shaped by their constant, unmistakable curve—an ideal representative of the male sex. An ideal life partner. Her ideal Mac Allerton.