For the first time in a long time, Randa Arnold is happy beyond measure. She has the love of her husband, Linc and her paramour Matteo. After the fulfillment of a mutual sex fantasy and an unbelievable night of passion her world is turned upside down.
Lincoln never expected his wife to fall in love with another man, even though he knew that was a possibility. He loves his wife, but just can't wrap his mind around her emotionally attached to someone else, so he does the only thing he can, he forces Matteo to leave.
Forcing Matteo to leave has some unexpected consequences. Randa is despondent, yet keeps a brave face. This only intensifies Linc's sense of guilt. If that weren't enough, someone is threatening his wife. His only chance at redemption and to get to the bottom of the threat is to bring Matteo back. Only one problem, the man can't be found.
She grasped his hand and pressed it to her face. He closed his eyes and savored the smoothness of her cheek on his rough and calloused palm. Too long. That small gesture, so comforting and yet so elusive, set his pulse racing. He had been away extensively, not just chasing down bail jumpers, also attending seminars and trainings. Lincoln still had a few more seminars to attend over the next couple of months, and all he wanted to do was spend the time with her.
His only consolation was that neither of them would be alone, but there was nothing like spending time with his wife.
“I’ve missed our time together,” she said, rubbing her cheek against his hand.
“Me too. Even though I know Matteo is here, I miss being with you.”
Matteo, who was tracking a fugitive, helped alleviate the burden of loneliness when Lincoln was out of town.
“He isn’t you.” Sincerity rang in her words.
“It warms me to hear you say that.” Lincoln released Randa to uncork the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
“It’s the absolute truth. I like Matteo a lot, but he can’t replace you.”
“You sweet talker.” He handed her a goblet of the pale golden liquid and settled next to her on the sofa.
He brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. “It’s been way too long since the two of us have just had some time together.”
She sipped her wine and studied him above the rim.
“One of these trips, you should come with me.”
“That sounds wonderful. Are you sure I wouldn’t be a distraction?”
“A welcome distraction.” He leaned forward and touched her lips with his. Just a hint of a kiss, but it was enough to ignite his desire. “I miss you being by my side when I go out of town.” He combed his fingers through her hair before twisting a kinky coil around one digit. “Do you think we can do that again?”
“I don’t see why not. I enjoy traveling with you. Helping you demonstrate self-defense techniques is a thrill.”
He grimaced. “You were always a little too enthusiastic about helping in that area. Almost makes me wish I hadn’t taught you anything.”