MARK

This week is so f*cking stressful. I groaned and dragged the bedsheet back over my shoulder, burrowing into the pillow before I even opened my eyes. When I finally cracked them open, the morning sun coming through the curtains made me realize it was already morning — I'd slapped the alarm silent hours ago and rolled right back into sleep like it owed me the favor.

I need a break. From work, from the noise, from all the drama piling up in my life right now.

Aria has been running the company as if she owns it. Out of nowhere she appeared and became the messiah of Vance Logistics...