ab

jazz and soft chatter,

ass, I studied London across the table-just slightly off-center from

Not truly. Not yet. But h

ain what you

he woman s

Volk

king secrets between my lips like candy, and left him

ena

tting it melt on my tong

on sm

seem the di

, mouth curling. "

ne appeared at my elbow. I barely noticed. What mattered was that London was leaning closer, elbows on the white l

e?" he asked again, voice a l

as wor

glass, the scent of rose perfume swirling bet

can't remember

as j

stiffened. I

s on-and-off fiancée-watched from a corner, dr

. The woman had looked confused. Then suspicious. Good. Let the cracks spread.

race of the Prescott estate, I found

" he said, steppi

, watching the fog of my

ng," London said. "But I

The air between us was tight wit

n you meet once?" I teased.

No

e want to remember thing

d up, brushing wind-tossed hair behind my ear with a gentleness that

y chin up,

n't know. Maybe that's

clever-but he kissed me. His mouth pressed against

I hated him. His hands slipped around my waist, tugging in, and memory came rushing back. His betrayal. His lies. His co

eful," I whispered

know me." H

half the

sed him like the enemy he was-