Ten
Matt eased a finger around the inside of his collar. The words on the page showed faintly through a haze that was part tired, part something he wasn’t willing to acknowledge in a room full of his co-workers.
The sweet musky scent of her cologne dug into his senses as soon as he opened the door, one so completely hers, he could have found her in the black of night. He didn’t have to hunt for her. The lamp on the night stand pitched frail light against the shadows, falling on her where she sat cross-legged in the center of the big bed.
Carolyn. His wife. His love.
His enemy.
Even knowing she wanted to bring him down failed to stop the slow, hot burn of desire from twisting in his gut. Not when the strap of her satin nightgown had slipped off one shoulder, exposing the lush curve of
