A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

if testing whether permanence could be touched.

“It feels dangerous,” she said.

“What does?”

“This.” She looked around at the clean walls, the soft lamp light, the shelves, the refrigerator humming in the corner. “Having space to breathe.”

Micah stood behind her but not too close. “You can leave any time you want.”

Grace turned to face him. “That’s the continue reading …