Chase frowned. “Tell me about what?” A muscle tightened in the lower quadrant of his jaw.
He thought sleeping with Amaya again was a bad idea, but he couldn't help himself.
Not that there’d been much sleeping involved. Their cataclysmic honeymoon had changed everything.
“About Tommy,” she said, tugging his hand as she sat at the couch’s edge, leaving Chase no option but to follow.
And follow he would, to the ends of the earth if she asked, for the last few days had shattered any illusions he had about this marriage being all business.
With every kiss, with every caress, and with every gut-wrenching moan, she’d stripped away the years, catapulting him straight back to a time he was so crazy for her he couldn’t see straight.
Nothing had changed—absolutely nothing.
Even that was a lie.
