Book 3: Anyone but Her

Hollis

Fuck.

As soon as I saw Candace walk in, I knew I was in trouble. She’s dressed like I’ve never seen her before. Tight green fabric cups her breasts and ass like I want to, trailing from the hem up to a loop hooked over her finger to keep her mobile enough to dance. Her hair spills loosely out of some complicated bun, shining in the low light like spun gold. She’s a Goddess-damned nymph of the equinox, a walking dream.

But before we arrived, Eva said she had a plan for keeping Kash and Candace apart tonight. She officially released me from protection detail. So I’ve been doing the only fucking smart thing—avoiding Candace like the plague. Every time I look at her, I picture the necklace dangling in the empty space of her shockingly low neckline.

Well, the times when I’m behaving, I picture that. The times when I’m not, I picture her spread out before me like a meal I have all the time in the world to enjoy.

But now, she’s in my a