“Here we are.” With practiced ease, Dan maneuvered around various furniture obstacles that loomed in the darkness. “Vikki, can you switch on a light. Vik? Ouch!” His shin encountered the massive coffee table.
Dan cautiously set the food-ladened tray on the walnut surface and fumbled the end table’s lamp into illumination. His dark gaze centered on the vixen who had turned into a sleeping kitten.
So many questions, answers and emotions vied for resolution since he’d met Victoria Kirkland. Gentle knuckles traveled along her bare arm and shoulder to let fingers stroke back tumbled sable curls. The lady was a dichotomy, her every action a contradiction. Since he met her, nothing had been the same.
Here was a woman whose very existence he had never imagined. For some reason she had
