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.

you to hit the hay,” she announced.

Leave, Rosalynn tucked the needles away and nudged the temperature up on the

thoughts as complex and Layered as the scene unfolding in front

by, the

thoughtful and skilled touch made it all

maybe these were the qualities

Rosalynn was caught in a reverie, her gaze flitting between the ticking

meet a client with Selina, and

her own thoughts, Rosalynn wondered if she should linger here, or retreat to

decided

and Selina emerged from a