From the Author
She wasn't nineteen anymore, that was damn sure. Her breasts filled the pink sweater and he could guess at the tell-tale signs of ample cleavage rimming her bra, despite the absence of a neckline. His eyes were trained in female body parts which had nothing to do with his medical expertise. Jack knew women's bodies, knew how to please them, knew how to drive them wild.
He'd known how to do both to her. Seven weeks of pure lust. He'd never told a soul about it. Had she? He glanced down which proved another fatal mistake as he caught a glimpse of thigh. Were her legs still strong and toned--like they were when she used to wrap them around his back?
"Jack," Aunt Virgina interrupted his less than brotherly thoughts, "this is Audra Valentine." She paused. "Christian's wife."
There it was, thrown right back in her face. Audra Valentine, the girl from the wrong side of town. In his family's eyes, she would always be a Valentine first, a Wheyton, second. Jack lifted his gaze and met hers. Huge mistake. Horrible. Disastrous. She still had the most entrancing eyes, like whiskey burning his throat all the way to the lining of his gut. Right now those eyes were staring at him and through him. "Audra." Somehow he managed to slide her name through his lips without heaving. "I'm very sorry." Sorry I had to see you again. Sorry I ever touched you in the first place. Sorry I compare every woman I'm with to you.
From the Inside Flap
The huskiness of her voice sent a thousand jolts of electricity through him. Damn her. Damn him. This was his brother's wife, for Chrissake. But she'd been Jack's lover first. Or had she been sleeping with both of them at the same time? That was one torture that never left him. He'd find out before she flew back to California, even if he had to pull every beautiful strand of mahogany hair from her head to do it.
She brushed her gaze past him with a coolness that surprised him. The old Audra Valentine wouldn't have been able to dismiss him so easily. But this one pushed him aside as though he were day-old coffee. Christ, it was going to be a long few days.