Dove was feeling great, relaxed. Her week in Malta had been fantastic, her hotel…bliss. She had a room with a balcony facing the sea and had enjoyed sipping cool crisp wine and watching the sunsets, eating al fresco breakfasts and long thought inspiring walks on the beach.
She felt good about leaving Cooper behind now.
She had fled in disarray, scared she was going to fall hard for the man when she had woken early Sunday morning to see him lying, naked, in the bed beside her – his hair tousled, his chiseled jaw covered in a sexy shading of stubble - but she knew what kind of man he was, he had said it to her…a dangerous one.
He had thought to shatter her innocence, her vanilla s*x life and then he was obviously going to leave her wanting more…but Cooper didn’t do more, did he…no…he was
