Triangle of Desire

oke alone in her suite. The red dress from last night lay crumpled on th

k interrupted

g two cups of coffee, his expression calm but concerned-l

wn last night," he said

fingers brushing his. "No," s

of the bed, eyes search

like riding a wildfire-dangerous, intoxicating, impossible to control. But Ju

'm doing," she whisp

"You do. You're just scared it's goi

e wasn't just about two men. It was about losin