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Kenna
Jonas has a secret. On his nights off, my sexy-as-sin boss trades his worn-out ball cap and faded flannel for a dark suit. He tosses a duffle bag into the back of his truck, and he's gone. He thinks no one notices him slipping away, but I do.
The list of things I shouldn't have done is endless. Following Jonas. Sneaking into that club. Pretending I was someone else...
He'd be furious if he knew, but I can't resist going back... even if the secrets we're both keeping could change our lives forever.
Jonas
Kenna makes my chest ache. Every soft blink, every dimpled smile, every bubbly laugh out of her perfect lips is a reminder of what I can never have. Eight years ago, I made a mistake. I promised her brother, my best friend, that I'd never bring her into my world. A promise I regret with every breath in my body.
But one night, Kenna walks into the club--my club--hiding behind a mask and a false sense of security. She thinks she's in the hands of a stranger, and wrong or right, I can't resist giving her exactly what we both want. I just have to pray that she'll be able to forgive me once she realizes what I've done.
Kenna
Jonas has a secret. On his nights off, my sexy-as-sin boss trades his worn-out ball cap and faded flannel for a dark suit. He tosses a duffle bag into the back of his truck, and he's gone. He thinks no one notices him slipping away, but I do.
The list of things I shouldn't have done is endless. Following Jonas. Sneaking into that club. Pretending I was someone else. He'd be furious if he knew, but I can't resist going back... even if the secrets we're both keeping could change our lives forever.
Jonas
Kenna makes my chest ache. Every soft blink, every dimpled smile, every bubbly laugh out of her perfect lips is a reminder of what I can never have. Eight years ago, I made a mistake. I promised her brother, my best friend, that I'd never bring her into my world. A promise I regret with every breath in my body.
But one night, Kenna walks into the club--my club--hiding behind a mask and a false sense of security. She thinks she's in the hands of a stranger, and wrong or right, I can't resist giving her exactly what we both want. I just have to pray that she'll be able to forgive me once she realizes what I've done.
