Jack couldn’t drag his eyes off Dianna. Now that he’d kissed her, now that he’d felt her skin under his fingers, now that he’d breached that boundary, he couldn’t go back. He knew it would likely end in disaster, but he was helpless to stop himself from careening toward the edge. It wasn’t responsible, and it wasn’t advisable, and it was a very bad idea, but he really didn’t give a fuck anymore. All his reasons for staying away from her had dissolved with that first kiss, and now he wanted more. He’d abstained from letting himself get too close to a woman for so long, that he’d forgotten just...