Miriam’s POV

The weekend passed faster than I wanted it to.

Between Lazar suddenly reappearing after a whole week of silence, my apartment building going up in flames, and being whisked off into a penthouse that looks like it belongs to royalty and not a carpenter, I felt like I could hardly catch my breath all weekend.

If someone had told me last month that this would be my life, I would have laughed right at their faces. But here I am, living in a mansion with a man who still insists he was “just a carpenter.” Right. And I must be the head of NASA.

As much as I...