Before Kathy, Cole hadn’t understood much about love. He’d thought love was something stolen in the dark by his foster dad, or spent between the sheets of a brothel.
She’d convinced him she was different, until she’d humiliated him in front of those gawking diners. Made a fool of him, when he was vulnerable, down on one knee.
Fortunately, she’d agreed to come to his place to chat over wine. There she’d come around.
And when she did, he was ready for her.
Ready with the carving knife.
One cupid’s strike to the heart and she was his.
To love, forever.