Chapter Fifteen
Cayce
Pacing in the den, I tried to recall every last word Zurie and I had said to each other the night I made the worst mistake of my life. The night I had s*x with the evilest woman alive.
“So, want a tour of my home?” I’d said, with no hint of seduction in my voice at all. I remembered that very clearly.
She had held her hand out to me — not the other way around. I had not made a move on her at all. “Yes. I would like that very much,” she’d said with a sexy nuance.
I remembered wondering why she suddenly felt so comfortable with me when she hadn’t seemed so back at the bar. I’d taken her hand and made a little move by pulling her close to my side and saying, “I’ve got a great fireplace in the den.”
“Show it to me.” She’d made another move then, letting go of my han
