Hurricanes And Handcuffs: A Red Hot Cajun Nights Story - Plot & Excerpts
Wistful and fragile as those hopes had seemed, they felt more substantial and attainable than the illusion of owning a piece of his heart. She’d known the chances of that happening were slim to none. She’d gone into this with her eyes wide open, and without any foolish ideas of him falling madly in love with her. But she also hadn’t counted on him suggesting a permanent fling. Which would amount to what, precisely? Her becoming his mistress? Because that sure as hell sounded like the situation to her. The really disturbing part? She was considering it. Just acknowledging it brought on a spike of queasiness. Was she really so desperate to be a part of his life that she’d settle for what little crumbs he’d throw her way? She had more self-respect than that. Didn’t she? Her stomach roiling, she untangled herself from Jax’s arms. He mumbled something in his sleep before rolling onto his other side.
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