Darcie’s jasmine perfume still lingered after he managed to wrestle out of her clutches. Wrestle wasn’t quite the right word. Slithered, perhaps? As in he couldn’t shake the feeling of being a snake for kissing another man’s wife. But she was getting a divorce, right? Somehow that felt like a wafer-thin moral distinction.
Drayco shoved those thoughts into another file in his mental lockbox as he drove back to the Lazy Crab. But first, a quick stop. Though he had his prized Manhattan Specials, he decided to pick up some French Roast coffee beans for Maida. It was the least he could do since he drank his weight in coffee.
He grabbed a cup as he sprawled onto a kitchen chair. “Tell me everything you can about the Sterlings, Maida.”
He watched with amazement as Maida skillfully maneuvered p
