The next morning, after a shared breakfast, Chase knew Amaya would knock on his library door.
And yes, he wasn't wrong.
Chase squinted at Amaya between the spokes of his step-sister’s wedding, trying to read her expression but coming up empty.
Last night, she’d left a message on his phone, requesting a meeting after breakfast, and he had suggested meeting at the library instead, which is basically almost like his shared library s***h bedroom in the US, where they made love all night long, hoping that the memories might throw her off balance—make her vulnerable and more easily manipulated.
Chase hadn’t anticipated that those very same memories might unsettle him as well, but with Amaya standing there, dressed in a flounce white skirt and yellow tube-top, gnawing at her full bottom lip,
