Chapter 58 Fifty Eight

IVY POV

My hand froze on the handle.

No. No way.

It can’t be him.

But there he was… Ronan Hale. Broad shoulders, that impossible posture, those piercing eyes I hadn’t been able to erase from my memory. My chest tightened, my breath catching in a way it hadn’t in years.

“Cross,” he said, voice l...

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