“Showtime,” Zax whispers in my ear as he wraps his arms around my waist from behind. “You’re going to be brilliant. I can’t wait to sit out there and watch you shine. I’m so proud of you, baby girl. You’re going to take the fashion world by storm with what you’ve created.” I spin in his arms, twining my fingers up into his hair. This man. Who knew Zaxton Monroe had such a sweet side? I love his gruff, unpolished side too, but the gem beneath is nothing short of breathtaking. And mine. All mine—cue maniacal stage laugh. Okay, I think I’m a touch crazy right now.
