Almost caught kissing the handyman, Jiao found she couldn't muster enough emotion to care. How could she when her whole being still burned? Wanted to say to hell with her cover as Jill, the married woman. One taste. One touch, and she was ready to risk it all.
Jiao's thoughts were chaotic. Fragmented. Ever since her kiss with Chris, she couldn't seem to gather her wits. The arrival of her brother should have thrown an immediate damper on her feelings when the ball in the face as a cover didn't. Nope. Nothing it seemed could extinguish the fire burning inside her.
Totally, utterly insane. Yet exciting. She could no longer deny Chris was her mate. Mine. Mine. Mine. A wonderful revelation, but one she couldn't act on.
That freakn' sucked.