Noah Drake walked out of her life without a word - just divorce papers. She wanted answers and he was the only man who could provide them.
When Marlayna RSVP'd she had only one aim in mind: to be in Noah's arms again - no matter what she had to do to get there.
She gave him fair warning: "Seduction is the plan for today. Keep on your toes, Mr. Drake. You never know when or where I'm going to strike!
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Stretching out on the mattress, she flexed her ankles and wiggled her toes. "So I've been trying my best to tell her that you're not the passionate type, that you're too old for passion."
"Gee, thanks." He hung his cranberry silk bathrobe on the cannon ball bedpost.
"You should thank me." Marlayna came up on her elbow, her gaze traveling the length of his nude body. Her hunger fo
