The car rocked through a few ruts until Darius stopped beside a chain-link fence. Nathalie tried to smooth her hair down after the wild ride, even though it had to be a lost cause by now.

“Where are we?” She heard the breathlessness in her voice, a sensual sound no one had ever brought out in her before.

“An old fountain I found while I was out exploring the area after I first moved to California.”

Despite the fact that he was a businessman at the very top of his game, she could easily imagine

him screaming through the countryside in one of his fancy cars, taking roads no one...