Staring at her. She darted behind a potted palm praying no dirt would mar the pristine condition of her white ball gown. A quick glance from behind a particularly large leaf told her she was still the object of his attention. Drat, she’d never accomplish a single goal if that man insisted on mark...
Tears streamed down her face and she collapsed onto the futon she hadn’t bothered to fold up before chasing after Xander. The honeymoon was officially over. There’d been a day and a half of sheer bliss, thinking Xander was the perfect man for her, and now…this. She’d been deluded, thinking he’d s...
He was an idiot. Every other man would have either remained upstairs in bed with their new mistress or dropped an unwanted one off before allowing her access to his home. Only he was unwise enough to play host to an unwanted woman on a cold, hard floor. Worse, he was starting to like her. She was...