Chris went to work on Tuesday, Jack having made it abundantly clear that Monday was a holiday. The house stood silent when he entered, Jack and Jill already gone to their respective jobs. The lingering scent of his mate tickled him, reminded him of their aborted embrace and he wanted to pound something in frustration.
How to win her when Chris couldn't even see her? He'd yet to find an answer to that question even though he'd pondered it incessantly since his kiss with Jill.
Forty hours and sixteen minutes since he'd seen her, and he couldn't forget the taste of her. The torrid embrace also ramped up his dreams a notch, taking him from fantasy flirtation to full blown erotic feast. But his mind wrought fantasies, fun as they were, didn't compare to the real thing. Not to mention the cons
