Lorna?

Sterling was right. I couldn’t stay mad at him. I could be mad and he could be an asshole. I remembered that. However, staying that way, I doubted it.

In a very short time, the man whose arms I was in had turned my life upside down. He was infuriating, overprotective, and domineering. And yet even with the holes in my memory, as he carried me—hell, the way he looked at me even in front of his mother—he was able to do things to me that I’d never ...