My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

With a playful glint in her eyes, Rosalynn queried, “Deanna, are you fond of Brian?”

“I do have a soft spot for him,” Deanna admitted. Yet, as she prepared to affirm with a nod, she caught the teasing light in Rosalynn’s eyes and paused. She chose silence, fixing her gaze firmly on Rosalynn, her response left hanging in the air.

Rosalynn’s grin didn’t waver. “See, that’s how I feel about Keegan.

Just a sisterly affection, nothing more.”

For a moment, Deanna found herself lost for words. Rosalynn’s reasoning was like a swiftly moving river; it was impossible to find a foothold to argue against. So, she chose to turn away, her silent defiance the only protest she could muster.

Rosalynn glanced at her wristwatch, waited patiently, then removed the silver needles.

hay,” she announced. “ve got

away and nudged the temperature up on the

as complex and Layered

moments slipped by,

skilled touch made it all the more

efficiency, maybe these were the qualities that

in a reverie, her gaze flitting between the ticking hands of her wristwatch and the

client with Selina,

thoughts, Rosalynn wondered if she should

options, she decided to

and Selina emerged from a