Gloves Off (Vancouver Storm, #4)

by Stephanie Archer

“You hate me,” I say quietly, even though I know it isn’t true. I don’t know what else to say, though. “I know,” his mouth flattens, “but I was still worried about you.”

Wishing I could call her my wife for real. The last thought isn’t even a concern anymore. That’s how far gone I am. I don’t care if she’s not there yet. I’ll be patient. I’ll wait until my wife is ready.

He leaves, and Georgia stares after him with a small frown. “Does he know?” “About us?” She nods. I think back to her walking past his office, and Ward saying too bad you aren’t married to a Canadian. “The whole thing was his idea.”