“Dorian, you’re acting strange today. Something bothering you?” Rachel asked as they drove in his new Mercedes toward Moon Lake. “Maybe I can help… or at least distract you?”
He glanced at her with a hint of disdain.
“Rach, we’re friends. I’ve known you since kindergarten. I think it’s better if we keep things as they are—don’t complicate life for yourself or Sam.”
“What does Sam have to do with this?”
“Everything. He’s your brother and my right hand. You really think I’d risk losing his loyalty for a quick fling with you?”
Rachel frowned. “Why ‘a quick fling’? There could be something deeper between us. Marriage, for example. I think I’m the perfect match for you. Loyal. I’d turn a blind eye to all your faults. I’ve accepted your nature a long time ago.”
“Rach, do you hear yourself?
