“Jumping into someone else’s story is usually a surefire way to escape my own, but not today. When I realized I had read the same page three times, I put the manuscript away. I kept thinking about Jean-Paul, the way his body felt against mine, and my own internal meltdown. Over the years since Hugo died, quite a few men had tried their luck. Some were attractive, yet I never felt even a twinge of answering desire. I’d thought that part of my life was buried with Hugo. Jean-Paul’s move took me by... surprise but shouldn’t have. Max had warned me, and Molly, too, yet I blundered on, blinders firmly attached. If I’d seen this thing coming, I could have averted it. But I only see what I want to see. Even when I tore my thoughts away from Jean-Paul, they found no safe landing place. The home strip, strafed by Teddy’s revelations, had been torn to pieces. Though I sat in a comfortable cage in a fortress high above the city, I felt assailed on all sides. Searching for a distraction, I turned to the package the doorman had sent up.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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