Rowan had felt her before he could see her.
Her scent of wisteria and pine had engulfed his senses, even when his lips had been on Jenna’s skin, breathing her in.
At first, it had irked him, unnerved him that he was dreaming of Ophelia’s scent, her presence, while he was kissing another woman.
And he had then heard her footsteps, even if she had tried her hardest to not be seen or heard.
She had seen him though.
She had stopped in her tracks when she saw him holding Jenna up against the wall, he could practically feel her eyes on his back as she had stood there for a few seconds.
In those seconds, he had deliberately kissed her harder, deliberately allowed her to clutch at his hair because he knew that Ophelia was standing there.
He did not know what it was that drove him to
