The Opportunist (Love Me with Lies, #1)

by Tarryn Fisher

“Whether I’m standing behind you or facing you, the view’s pretty nice,” he said.

His were the kind of hands that made wedding rings look sexy—tan with vein lines that ran like snaking rivers to his wrist and disappeared under his sleeves.

I want to be kissed like that again—possibly every single day of my

I loved him with everything in me.

“A man is only as good as what he loves most, right?”

“I’m saying that you don’t love him as much as you love yourself.”