David watched her, his hand still resting on her shoulder, feeling the subtle tremor that ran through her. Tight, huh? he’d murmured, playing the concerned stepfather, but his mind was a coiled spring, every nerve ending hyper-aware.

He wasn’t as oblivious as she thought. Not by a long shot. He’d seen the way her eyes lingered, the way her body subtly shifted when he entered a room, the almost imperceptible hitch in her breath when he brushed past her. He’d felt the insidious pull himself, a dark, forbidden current that ran beneath the surface of their domestic life, a current he’d ruthlessly suppressed for years.

But tonight, it was different....