Susie Tate

Despite his size he actually looked like a moody ten-year-old boy in that moment.

And you’re going to make me a cup of tea, admit you’re a grudge-holding little bitch, and let me convince you to use my company for your project.”

I will never speak to you, ever again,” she said through gritted teeth. “This is twice now that you’ve made me feel like shit on your shoe, Harry. It took me long enough to get over it the first time. I’ll not have you knocking the wind out of my sails again. I’ve come too far since then to let you set me back.”

How did I possibly set her back? None of this made any sense.

Well, good morning to you, my little ray of sunshine

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I feel like I want to rip some heads off, but I don’t feel sorry for you.”

“I don’t feel sorry for you. I feel like I want to rip some heads off, but I don’t feel sorry for you.”

The neighbour’s dog looked terrified poor thing.

My own little Astrida.”

“Verity Markham. I have never in my entire life wanted anyone or anything as much as I want you. I’ve loved you since I was fifteen years old. You might not believe you belong to anyone, but I already belong to you. I always have.”