Mark sat on the couch in the hotel lobby, trying—and failing—to block out the image of Jessica in Dewayne’s arms. She’d leaned into him like a woman starved for affection, and it had twisted something sharp inside his chest. He’d walked past and left her there, but it had taken everything in him. If she didn’t come inside soon, he would go back out there. He’d drag her in if he had to.
Seeing her about to kiss Dewayne—some random man from her past—had ignited something fierce in him. Something primal. Something possessive.
Mark prided himself on control. But this... this was different. For Jessica, he felt something dangerous. She was his. No one else had the right to touch her. No one else should even be allowed to breathe her air.
When she finally walked through the doors, his pulse k
