Blake sat directly across from Chelsea, glaring at her with seething jealousy. To Chelsea’s left was Altsin, to her right was Patrick, and right in front of her was Melford—three men orbiting her like she was the center of their universe.

This bumpkin—ever since her divorce—seemed like she’d been possessed! Not only did she stop looking so provincial, but she even learned how to seduce men!

Annoyed, Blake picked up her wine glass and took a sip, only to pull a face of distaste. “It’s pretty average,” she sniffed. “Nowhere near as good as the wine I had at the Stah Winery in Paris.”

The trip to Paris had been...