Evangeline

Memories, memories, memories…

This man—Alexander Creed—thoughts of him invade me, leaving me breathless even as I’m seated with him and his lawyer in his office. Keeping my eyes away from him is a hassle, and steering my thoughts from the things those hands, lips and body did to me three months ago is a bigger struggle.

Stormy grey eyes meet mine from behind that desk that makes him appear like royalty and I recoil in my seat. 

Beautiful man.

But I won’t let him ...