WHEN THERON EMERGED from the icy water, he felt somewhat better. At least the yearning in his body had subsided, though his thoughts were still confused.
He slipped into navy silk boxers, uneasy about sleeping nude as he usually did. Catching sight of his reflection in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the bathroom door, Theron frowned at himself. “What’s gotten into you, man? Are you going to let a woman you only found hours ago turn you into a lust-crazed lunatic? Turn your life upside-down? You haven’t survived all these years just to give up now, have you?” he interrogated himself. “The only way you will meet your demise is if you give in to these intense feelings. You’re made of stronger stuff than that.”
He pointed an index finger at the reflection. “Now listen here, yo
