I reached behind me and turned off the spotlights under the cooker hood. As if the dark could save me. But the moon was a fiend, and all I saw in her soft glow was his beautiful face. Nash moved to reclaim his hands. I gripped his wrists. Stay. Nash stayed, pressing closer and nuzzling my neck the way he did Orla’s. Sweet. Hot. Loving. All the things Nash McGovern was so good at. It didn’t take him long to chase the bad shit away.
