Above all Things (Carlisle, #2)

by Roslyn Sinclair

“You are,” Vivian said. “You are.” And that was when Jules realized Vivian was crying.

“Well, she’s…she’s…” She’s an icon. She’s a tyrant. She’s a genius. She’s probably the love of my life. “She’s Vivian,” Jules said.

“Julia is my significant other,” Vivian said. “In fact, she just moved in with me. She is not my assistant, and we are not platonic friends.”

Vivian knew that Jules would not leave her, knew she hadn’t thought about it for an instant.

Vivian—Vivian Carlisle—had absolute faith, absolute trust in Jules’s love for her. Vivian, who trusted no one.

“But I’ll be a parent. Not just someone living in your house who helps decorate the nursery. Everyone keeps asking me what role I’m going to play, but I’ve been there since the night you found out. I’m all in—if you’ll let me be.”