@page { margin-bottom: 5pt; margin-top: 5pt } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILR.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILB.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; src: url(fonts/CharisSILI.ttf) } @font-face { font-family: "Charis"; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; src: url(fonts/CharisSILBI.ttf) } CHAPTER EIGHT AS WILLIAM WOLFE stomped off, Hunter watched Carly head down the hallway and wrestled with the intense urge to follow her, resisting the impulse. Despite the danger she posed, he’d shown up tonight because he couldn’t seem to deny himself the pleasure of Carly Wolfe’s company. After they’d made love, his body completely spent, he’d realized the liberating release had been like none he’d experienced before. And he’d wanted her again. The moment the craving had hit he’d remembered exactly why she’d followed him into the shower room.
