Wes’ POV

It would have been better to call her. That was what I thought laid out in Eva’s bed, sprawled between her milky thighs and the sheets, facing Dee’s side of the room.

The empty side of her room.

That I should have called, been man enough to tell her that the deal was off.

Instead, I slinked away, having caught her shocked face under the shade of a tree that grew near the entrance to their hall, and turned my back on her because I was ...