He reached across the small table and took her hand. His palm was warm. Real.
“Are you the owner?” he asked.
“I’m the… caretaker,” she said.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked one evening, as rain hammered the tin roof. novelas gratis hoy de harlequin
It wasn’t the billionaire hero’s penthouse or the yacht scene that got her. It was the moment the heroine, broke and exhausted, admitted she hadn’t eaten a real meal in three days. Elena put the phone down. Too close to home. He reached across the small table and took her hand