PROLOGUE
I married a safe man. Stable. Predictable. Boring.
Then his best friend came back from overseas—and I remembered what it meant to be wanted.
I should’ve looked away when I caught him staring.
I should’ve walked out of that room when I saw what he was doing with his fist in the dark.
But instead… I stayed.
And then he said:
“I’m going to make you mine. Whether he finds out or not is up to you.”
Chapter 1
The Look
The first time I caught him staring at me, I thought I imagined it.
We were at the lake house, two nights into a long summer weekend. My husband, Jason, was grilling burgers shirtless with a beer in one hand. Logan stood beside him, tongs in hand, laughing at some story I’d half-heard.
And then I looked up from my lounge chair, and his gaze was already on me.
