When they walked into the house on Cranberry Lane, Anna blinked, sure she was hallucinating. The kitchen island held a large buffet spread. Croissant sandwiches, pancakes, eggs, fruit, English muffins, biscuits, and gravy. Suddenly she was very hungry. All Tam had at her house, besides popcorn, was coffee. The harem sat around the table chattering and eating. Anna felt left out in her own home. It wasn’t like it was easy to strike up conversation with the women who were sleeping with her man. Strike that. Not her man. Never her man. Not a man, period. Demon. He was Luc, and he wasn’t quite the level of evil she’d thought he was, but he couldn’t be hers. They could be friends, that was all. Yes, he was hot, and they had banter or whatever. But it ended there. The alternatives of sharing him or losing her soul weren’t options she was prepared to entertain. Ever. “You ladies look hungry.”
