Lydia had been so mesmerized by him at the coffee shop she’d completely forgotten to ask what he did for a living. “No.” The elevator doors opened on the seventeenth floor. Tristan led her down the carpeted hall. “Why do you ask?” “You told that man downstairs you could suggest something for his ...
She was sitting up with the bed covers pulled up to her chin. He found himself already missing the sight of those big, luscious breasts. He frowned. How long had she been awake? Had she heard any of what had transpired between him and the twins? She continued to stare warily at him. Her eyes were...