CHAPTER 14
MARY
Mary woke up and blinked slowly as the sun poured through the blinds. She looked down to see Hector’s arm thrown across her stomach. Last night had been amazing. Yes, she was sore in weird places, but in a good way.
Her fingers trailed over the tattoo on his chest. It was a bald eagle clutching the world in his talons, surrounded by tribal art and “USMC.”
She hadn’t gotten the chance yet to explore him the way she wanted. To explore every dent, every scar on his body.
Luckily, she had the rest of her life to do just that. She was actually married to Hector Diaz, the sexiest man alive. How had she gotten this lucky? For years, she had seemed cold toward men. Afraid of intimacy. As a child, her mind had shut down at what had almost happened the night her uncle had sneake
