Chapter 3: A Moth to the Flame
She knocked on the door, her hand so uncertain in its task that the staccato beat was barely audible over the thumping of her heart.
What on earth was she doing? She should have just continued on with her plan, making a beeline for the exit the moment she woke up and heading straight back to North Canton. That’s what any sane, rational person would do, wasn’t it? But she’d apparently taken leave of her senses. And so, she knocked again, her hand firmer against the solid wood this time.
Once more, and she was just about ready to give up. That’s when she heard the faint shuffle of feet against the plush carpet inside. The door swung open seconds later and she was once again face to face with the most devastatingly handsome man she’d ever seen. Every muscle i
