When Lachlain had seen her tonight outside the hotel, looking curvy in a sinfully short skirt, with her hair shining and full, his heart had hammered in his chest for her. He’d seen her sexy little shoes and imagined the heels digging into his back when she wrapped her legs around him. Her eyes were bright, her skin glowing. He was stunned to realize that even the moon had never held his gaze so completely. And she was staying with him by choice, lured by jewelry. Which was already hers.
