Lewis

That night…

The house is too small and eerily quiet. I’m exhausted from my travel time from Dubai to Iowa, yet I lay here, staring at the ceiling of the guest room in the house my deceased brother shared with his wife. This is way too weird.

I’ve been back in the United States not even a day, and I can’t get the woman I love off my mind. No matter that I took the contract in Dubai to move as far away from her as I could to prevent me from acting on my feelings ...