Chapter 20

Tension rose up like quicksand, threatening to drown her. “I’m done sleeping. Too worried. Too wired.”

Jack leaned in and fondled a lock of her hair between his fingers and frowned. He turned dark chocolate eyes on her. The air between them turned so thick, Morgan couldn’t drag a lungful in. Heat radiated from him, warming her all the way to her bones. His scent hit her with the force of a battering ram—spice, sweat, swamp, and pure mystery.

Damn it, she was so aware of him as a man…

“Try. You’ve got to keep your strength up.” He sent her a ghost of a smile. “You never know when you might need it.” #

Jack escaped the cottage into the emerging dawn, spitting a curse.

Four lovers, two of them fiancés, including Brandon. Had the pansy-ass senator’s son ever told Morgan about him? His guess: no.

As far as his revenge went, that was good news. Morgan had no idea who he was.

And through her entire confessional, her blue eyes had eaten him up with hunger.