CHAPTER SIX
Mary was overcome with joy at Sarah's decision when she turned up at their aunt and uncle’s house midway into the following morning.
‘How did you find out?’ Sarah scowled, still mostly asleep.
‘Dom called me this morning,’ Mary smirked. ‘He calls me every morning.’
Wasn't Dom just the ever-indulgent fiancée! If it were not for the fact that she couldn't seem to forget the feeling of his lips mingling with hers or the way she shivered with desire every time he even glanced in her direction, she would've been convinced of his independent commitment to Mary. But her memories were too powerful and far too recent for her to settle for that. However, she didn't doubt Dom's love for her sister for a single second. Sarah just wished she didn't love Dom!
‘He told me that you had
