Five years ago, I disappeared. Without explanation and without looking back.
Now Lex Remington has bought the company where I work. And then Zorn Everhart showed up—strong, open, smiling, and frighteningly beautiful.
Coincidence? I don’t believe in coincidences anymore.
They’re not alike. Zorn is warm and alive—he knows how to make you laugh and hides nothing. Lex doesn’t flirt—he dissects. He finds, with certainty, the most vulnerable point and presses there, where it hurts the most.
Five years ago, something happened between the three of us that still hasn’t let go of me. And now I have a contract in my hands that I can’t break. And two men whom it’s impossible not to notice.
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— You’ll start counting the days until we meet, — Lex said. — You’ll think about me. You’ll get angry at yourself for imagining things. And then you’ll go and dissolve into Zorn’s arms.
He leaned close to my ear and quietly added:
— But you’ll be thinking about me.