The silence was stifling as Damien pulled out of Bree’s driveway. He had to get her alone. He felt like if he didn’t get her into his bed again, he’d explode.

He didn’t need her. He’d proven that. He could easily insert himself into the lives of the Anderson’s without suspicion. Heck, there was a fundraiser event coming up shortly he’d be attending with them. He’d already made contact, so he could drop Sierra off at home, and then drive away. No harm done.

Except, he knew that wasn’t true.

Even the thought of leaving her with that man who called himself her father caused an ache in Damien’s chest....