AUTHORS POV

Tessa stumbled into her hotel suite like a woman possessed, the door slamming behind her with a sharp finality.

Her heels were soaked, her cloth clung to her skin, and her cheeks were sticky as her makeup smudged under the rain and tears she could no longer control.

She barely made it to the center of the room before the sob rose again—raw, guttural, and unrelenting.

She clutched her chest as if her own heart betrayed her.

“Why?” she gasped to the silence. “Why him? Why now?”

George’s kiss hadn’t been wrong.

In truth, she’d wanted it.

There had been a moment, a beat, when her body leaned...