The hot water cascaded over Ethan's broad tan shoulders, washing away the remnants of last night but not the memories that clung to him like the steam in the bathroom. He closed his eyes, his hands running through his dark hair as his mind drifted back to when he first met Victoria.

He'd been thirteen, a scrawny kid with glasses too big for his face and the McQueen name too heavy for his shoulders.

The bullies had spotted him immediately at the prestigious private school, the quiet heir who ...