WESTLEY

“YOU DON’T HAVE to do this.” It was our twelfth destination in four months tour with the Linton private jet. It wasn’t that I was complaining because spending time with Clyve was the best time of my life.

When he asked me for a dinner date during the book signing, I knew it was the first of so many, and who was I to say no when all I could think was him every time I fell asleep and woke up every morning for weeks.

When I thought he gave up on us, I was wrong. He’d been plotting with Austen the whole time.

“You did not enjoy, did...