My marriage was a farce-our vows splintered years before my wife's lips touched another man's.
A call from my boss overseas asking me to house his juvenile daughter seemed the perfect opportunity to create some distance. Though Blue Sterling wasn't the Bambi eyed kid I saved from a burning vehicle all those years ago.
Nah.
She was all grown up.
Killer legs, full lips, and a scent so alluring it made me sick.
Despite holding myself back, my walls began to crumble. She called me cold-she wasn't wrong. Yet with each day that passed, and every forbidden touch, she seemed to nestle her way into my warmth. Warmth I had no idea I possessed.
Blue Sterling became my devotion. And though tragedy brought us together, it seemed my secrets kept us apart.
Ultimately, I realised it too little too late-the danger to be found in devotion when you weren't all in.
