A Touch of Fate

I doubt I can ever have enough of your touch. It’s my addiction.”

“The right kind of addiction,” Samuel growled.

Danilo walked toward my bed and pressed a kiss to my forehead before he turned to Samuel once again. “Emma almost died because of a drunk driver. She is in a wheelchair because of a drunk driver. And you fucking bastard get behind the wheel stinking drunk with her in the car? You could have killed her and the baby.”

I think she does. I think she needs to dump your sorry ass. You aren’t worthy of her.”

“This is between my wife and me,”