Reid
I hadn’t planned on asking her to come.
The words slipped out before I could stop them — an instinct more than a decision. A reckless, thoughtless move from a man who prided himself on never making reckless, thoughtless moves.
But once the invitation was out there, there was no taking it back.
And then she walked down those stairs.
My breath caught. My throat went dry. And every ounce of control I prided myself on slipped through my fingers like sand.
The dress hugged her like a second skin, dipping low in the back, revealing just enough to make my thoughts go places they shouldn’t. Her hair fell in soft waves over her bare shoulders, her lips painted in the kind of red that demanded attention.
She was elegance and fire, softness and steel — and I knew the second I saw her that
