Chapter Twenty-Seven
Erik tugged on the bowtie. Jia clung to his arm, admiring how well he filled out the tuxedo. She was so used to seeing him in his street clothes, even at work, that she forgot how handsome he could be when he tried.
That didn’t do much to quell the very real attraction she felt for her fake boyfriend.
Stirrings of regret filled her. It might have been worth the hassle if her family continued to harass her about men rather than engage in the fake relationship.
Jia licked her lips. No, her friends had been right.
She could fight for Erik, and she would. If she didn’t, she would regret it, no matter what happened with him.
A woman who could stand up to two partners and a lazy, corrupt captain didn’t give up easily when she wanted something.
The haunting tones of an
