Becca.
I was glad Ronaldo would no longer be an issue, but that didn't change the fact that I didn't want to go to Italy. I didn't want to stay here, either; the Cartwrights and Stepford wives were massive issues.
Leaving those issues behind and jumping into a whole set of different ones, though, was not something I wanted either. There was just too much at stake now, and things were finally looking up for us.
I swallowed as James's expression shifted from that content smile to a deep frown. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation, that much I knew. However, I needed to stand my ground. Thankfully, the kids were asleep in the nursery, Layla had their monitor, and we could address this like civil adults in here.
“What?"
“You heard me," I said, my lip quivering. “We've been through
