For the past forty-eight hours, Jonah barely thought about Eva McRayne.
Because, simply put, Mary Anna hadn’t given him the chance.
When they’d returned to the hotel room, Jonah was still incensed. It seemed as though Eva was determined not to see him happy. She was determined to believe the worst of Mary Anna. Just what the hell was her deal?
But before he could voice any of it, his darling lady kissed him. As usual, it stopped him in his tracks.
When they parted, she shook her head. “Let’s not even talk about it,” she’d said. “I’m just as hurt and mad as you are. But I know the perfect thing to get our minds off all of it.”
She dispensed with her clothing, and Jonah nearly forgot all about the stressors.
“Let’s just take our frustrations out on each other,” she said in a provocativ
