SHILOH WALKED BRISKLY down the winter streets of New York City, his hands shoved deep into his coat pockets. The snowfall had painted the city in a pristine white, and the chill in the air made his breath visible as he exhaled. Being back after his vacation with Lucian felt oddly surreal. They had spent the entire storm fucking and drinking, and it was the most fun Shiloh had in a long time. Now if he could only convince his family that everything was good now, he could start planning his wedding.
Just thinking of talking to Katerina and his father made him groan inwardly. The breakup had been messy, and fraught with friends and family forced to choose sides. There was so much fucking drama in the past few days he's surprised none of them tried to bludgeon him to death for it.
Oh, well. Tonight, he planned to meet with his family and explain the whole thing.
