C30 The Silicone Mold
The next forty-eight hours were an exercise to test my patience.
To survive a man like Logan McAllister, I had to let him believe he has successfully rewritten my DNA. I had to let him see the exact version of the woman he was rebuilding: soft, yielding, slightly fragile, and entirely dependent on his massive presence to anchor her world.
When the personal chef arrived on Thursday morning

