Camila’s POV
Those intense dark eyes stared at me as we sat together in the sitting room after dinner with our son gone up to his room for the night after I had to read him two pages of the bedtime story he chose, and Zion had to take him up.
That seemed to be a routine we had chosen since we came here, and it was working so far.
We were working on the setup for my company. We had met those people he talked about and we were just working things out now to iron out the details.
The office space, the people that would work for me, my clientele, and other things was what we would be working on.
“What?” I asked him, my voice coming out more harsher than I intended, but I didn’t care, not after what he had done with my lawyer. That bastard too had allowed himself to be swayed from his o
