Jade's pulse quickened, and she hated that he could make her feel this way—with just a glance, a touch, a smile.
She took a small step back , as if distance could dull the strange pull she felt toward him.
Thomas Jones was magnetic. There was no other way to describe it.
The way he carried himself, the easy charisma in his voice, the effortless way he took up space—he was the kind of man women noticed, and he knew it.
Perhaps worst of all, he was the kind of man who noticed that they noticed.
But Jade wasn't just any woman. Not anymore. She was married.
And she loved Ross—truly, deeply, desperately. He had seen her when she was at her worst, loved her when she was broken, and given her the one thing she never thought she deserved: a future.
How could she betray that? How could she even entertain the idea of someone else?
Yes, Thomas might have been the most handsome man she had ever met, but beauty meant nothing if it tempted her to betray everything she held dear.
