My Second Chance at Love
Daisy
"Jane, get a divorce."
The man who controlled New York's economic lifeline, Ethan Quinn, leaned down and whispered in my ear at the glittering gala.
His breath was warm, his voice deep, like an irresistible command.
"I know how much you're suffering... and I can help you."
I should have been wary.
But when those deep, ink-dark eyes gazed at me, I inexplicably found myself asking: "What's your condition?"
His lips curved slightly upward, his fingertip gently tracing the rim of my wine glass...
The man who controlled New York's economic lifeline, Ethan Quinn, leaned down and whispered in my ear at the glittering gala.
His breath was warm, his voice deep, like an irresistible command.
"I know how much you're suffering... and I can help you."
I should have been wary.
But when those deep, ink-dark eyes gazed at me, I inexplicably found myself asking: "What's your condition?"
His lips curved slightly upward, his fingertip gently tracing the rim of my wine glass...