My insides were screaming. The last thing I wanted to do was go home to a lonely, still-unpacked apartment. Whip inched impossibly closer. I lowered my lashes, then gathered every ounce of courage before looking into his steel blue eyes. I’d wasted so many years doing the good thing. The right thing with the wrong men. Whip may not have been the right man, either, but there was something about him that was pulling me in. I didn’t give a damn if it was wrong. I wanted it. Craved it.
