She stared out at the ocean, longing to escape but she knew this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Oh, she could walk along the beach for as long as she liked, but ultimately, she'd have to return to her new home. Damia shook her head in disgust.
Stupid! Sleeping with Trevor Falcon had to be the most brain-dead thing she'd ever done. She let herself be lulled by lust last night. Damia kicked a rock. No, not lust. She knew it hadn't been something as fleeting and simple as mere lust. At least it not on her part. She loved him, and loving him was even more idiotic than making love to him. Especially after she saw him kiss her sister, Lori.
"Damia, are you going to come inside or turn into a popsicle out here?"
She shivered, but not with cold. Trevor's deep voice sent a shot of heat straight through her. Hot moist heat. Slowly she turned to face her husband. Husband? Was he? Really?