ALL THE WAY back to Idyll Wyatt mentally chastised himself. The red-hot desire that burned so out of control whenever he was around Kiara unsettled him. He thought of the song “Every Which Way But Loose” again. He’d thought of it the first time he’d laid eyes on Kiara. Without even trying, she did indeed turn him every which way but loose. The thing of it was, he didn’t want her to let him loose. He wanted her to grab hold of him and hold on with both hands for dear life. Forever and ever. Amen. But he couldn’t tell her that. She was sitting up front, her face turned into the wind, her auburn curls flowing out behind her like flames. The late-afternoon sun cast her features in an ethereal glow. How had he ever thought her frumpy? He must have been off his rocker. She was the most supreme of goddesses. That he couldn’t have. Not until he came clean about who he was, and once she found out who he was, she’d hate him. Because he was her enemy. KIARA DANCED INTO her apartment feeling better than she’d felt in…well, honestly…had she ever felt this good?
