et to her chest, edging b

oice a little unsteady. "I slept with

have no reason to

d away, his fingers still ho

re, watching her in silence. His dark, unre

eakfast, " he finally said, t

cked shut did Summer d

the dress on the

ose patterns. The satin fabric was impossibly smooth, a luxury she co

at style. That image of a perfect, fragile girl had only given Margaret Stewart more ammunition to put her down, and sh

she thought. Love r

air skin scattered with dark marks-all the proof she needed that Frase

could he know my size

t know his... except th

shook her head, trying to b

ght like that, any woman would still be t

n a hand through her ha

rcase swept down into

her to descend careful

up, a flicker of genuine

ndeniabl

d with a natural grace. Her eyes shone, and even without makeup, her skin was radiant.

g his fingertips on the table and track

ow much he wanted to peel that dre

ile touche

eyes and tugged at the hem of her dress. It wasn't short, but a hi

voice uneasy. Is ther

armth entered

looks stun

fell

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s charged with a sweet, stra

Fraser's black Ferrari sped dow

no phone or wallet, she had no choice. Sh

ates. A modest residential neighborhood

her a side

live with t

e answere

subject drop. His voice had

eached for the door handle. But before she could get ou

aving just

t intimate tone-the tone of a love

r bli

xactly? For me to invi

red her

for saving m

e quickly added, "I'll ta

corrected herself, stammering, "I mean... i

the steering wheel, his gaz

thing abou

gether, " he said calmly, "they sa

er f

every time you leave a woman

eyes. His low, slow voice t

"But you, Summer... if you want to be mine, I might consider it." He

t a nervous l

ant to be

what that meant, and it w

Trevor. She wasn't about to throw he

ying pan and

ad luck; it would

n eyebrow, his

u were saying last night. You w

sh, Summer slapped a

ut

h her hand, a low, muffled sound

, but his eyes gleamed w

, unsettled her more th

gave a pai

atching her hand back as she stammer

onse, she threw the door o

hen his expression shifted. His gaze darkened, becoming s

s game. Do you really thi

mer felt a familiar sense

bathroom, barely a thousand square feet.

all balcony, filled with plants, was bathed in mornin

lways hated

oo ordinary,

r once set

-end apartments, pressing her to move i

efuge because it was hers.

nt to the storage closet and pu

cking away everything Tr

hed, the box w

ars of a relationship were

thing. Plenty of her thing

stared at the contents of

to al

rty d

ly expensive pie

engageme

were worth tens of m

y believed that Trevor wo

eyton had

hing had c

ad been so p

love alw

yes, a bitter smile

y, she murm

ld sell

on for the years she was