Griffin~
I didn't know what I was expecting when I walked into the living room.
But it sure as hell wasn't this.
There she was — Natalie.
My Natalie.
Wrapped up in another man's arms like she belonged there. Like he was the only thing holding her world together.
I stopped dead, feet rooted to the floor. My chest locked up so tight it felt like I was breathing through a straw. I opened my mouth, desperate to say something — anything — but the words just crumbled before they even hit my tongue.
And the man holding her?
The second I saw him — felt him — it was like taking a punch straight to the gut. The smell. The way he carried himself. That heavy, suffocating weight of power bleeding off him like a storm just waiting to tear everything apart.
Cole Lucky.
The guy I'd been living under his room for the past few days. The man whose scent was wrapped around Natalie like a brand she didn't even know she was wearing.
