She drew in a slow, deep breath, counted to three and reminded herself she was here to talk to him, not jump into that bed with him.

Who knows if he'd really accepted her whole heatedly?

"I just brewed some coffee." She gestured to the pot. "I know you liked it strong."

He poured himself a cup, then leaned back against the counter and slid his gaze slowly over her.

For the past days, Miguel felt avoiding her was the only way he could ever fight against his own conscience.

What she said was right. Bella left him so she could save herself.

If Carter had found the island five...