When Hilda died years ago, I could swear nothing was going to make me look at another woman with longing ever again in my life or think about her when she wasn't present__ not to mention feeling my blood boil every time another man regard her the way I find myself looking at her most of the time.
I had been content with my women. No expectations, no demands. The rule was explicit because I knew nothing was ever going to make me marry again.
But, curse the ways of the goddess who in my prime, the time I was least expecting it, thrust Danika my way. Danika came into my life to bring to a halt all the values I held dire, which five months ago, I would never have believed could have been affected. If I hadn't gone to that pack, maybe I would have been saved from all the traumas I'm rec
