Because the paralyzed billionaire who was hired to take a bath…
…was a man who believed he was dead for twenty years.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t even look at him.
My gaze remained focused on the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath her collarbone.
Small brand.
The brand who kissed me when we were young.
A brand I remember because, at nineteen, I believed I would spend the rest of my life with the man who wore it.
But this man disappeared twenty years ago during a violent storm.
His name was Alexander Bennett.
I was told his body was never found.
I slowly backed away.
