Countdown to My Divorce

The feeling of soft fur brushing against her made all the hairs on Rachel’s arms stand up. She jumped off the couch in shock and, without thinking, reached out to grab the hem of Tyler’s shirt.

“Mr. Hunt…”

Why couldn’t Tyler control his dog?!

Tyler barely lifted his eyes, his tone lazy. “He just wants you to pet him.”

Rachel looked at him, doubtful. “Are you sure he doesn’t want to eat me?”

She couldn’t shake the feeling that the dog might leap at her any second.

Tyler took a sip of his coffee, then leaned back on the couch. “He does want to eat meat.”

That one sentence had Rachel shrinking back into the cushions, her whole body tense.

Tyler glanced at her and added, “He doesn’t eat people, so why are you freaking out?”

Rachel knew Tyler liked to mess with people, but still, the dog was huge. It was hard not to be at least a little scared.

She just wanted to get this over with and leave.

Oasis,” she said, trying to

said, “but are you sure William won’t

his

he does, it doesn’t matter. The moment you secure the management rights, I’ll

quick look. “Well, aren’t you

had already thought everything through. “So, there’s no need for you to worry. I’ll

you’re ready to come

he thought she was only doing this because of her mother’s final

But now…

princess seemed more thoughtful and composed than she

only proved one thing–William hadn’t treated her all that

light in her eyes was gone. What was left

was too sharp. Sometimes, he didn’t even need the full story

City, not even Cecilia Rachel wanted to disappear–so that William would never

I hope you can talk

there’s still one small issue with your plan

She had gone through the proposal again and again,