Grief is a fickle bi*ch, and I'll do anything to escape her.
That includes sleeping with my brother's very off-limits best friend.
Dominique Price wants me.
My body. My mind. My soul.
And he can have me.
Behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.
As long as he helps me forget my pain, and promises to stay the hell away from my heart, I'll be his.
And for a short while, he'll be mine.
But, we're playing a dangerous game. One whose rules are swiftly being ignored.
I want him. Need him. Might even be addicted to him.
Only, happily ever after was never in the cards for us.
And it looks like I'm the idiot who forgot that.
