The next day, Nikki received another visitor.
Adonis was not so pleased about that.
The doors of the master suite hissed open.
Dr. Aris stepped into the room. He wore a soft, muted sweater with black jeans, his warm brown eyes immediately seeking her out on the massive bed. He radiated that same, unexplainable, deeply paternal calm that always makes her confused.
But he was not alone.
Stepping gracefully into the room beside him was a woman. The same woman she had seen with him back at the amusement park and at the gala. Silver threaded beautifully through her dark hair, which was pinned up in a sophisticated twist. She wore a tailored trench coat over a simple, dark dress.
"Poor child…" the woman sighed, as she stared at Nikki with soft sympathy.
