The Bluff (Calamity Montana, #2)

by Willa Nash

What was it about that woman who made me act on impulse? That first night in the bar. The second night at her place. And now . . . marriage.

“The only man who touches you is me,” he said, his voice husky and as dark as the painting. “The only man who watches you is me.”

I loved him. I was undeniably in love with Reese Huxley. His sweet moments. His scowl. The way he loved his daughter. The way he made me feel safe.

Only to me, it had been like a slap to the face. I’d been lying to myself for far too long. This marriage was as real and important as they came. Along the way, I’d fallen for my wife. I was in love with Everly Christian Huxley.

Hux made me feel safe. He made me feel wanted and worshiped. His heart was a mirror image of mine, the missing piece.

“Who are you and what have you done with my scowling husband?” He flashed me his breathtaking smile. “My wife told me to work on that scowl.”