Daxton

I looked at Kian, clicking my tongue silently against my teeth. The things I could do to him. Oh lord. 

If there was one thing I loved about my nephew, it was the fact that he was as stubborn as a heifer. A goal-getter. The type to set his mind on something and not move until he achieves it or it completely ruins him. 

That was the type of person Kian was and my pleasure?—breaking stubborn people like him. 

“Let me drop this in the kitchen,” Verena’s voice broke the tension between us. How dare he call her his wife? I watched Kian crane his head, eyes following Verena...