It started with a kiss one New Year’s Eve and ended with me leaving her standing alone in the cold. One touch of my lips to hers and I knew she was trouble. The sweet innocent girl had no idea the reputation I had with the ladies—a different girl each night at the family owned nightclub I managed: Kenza. All anyone wanted was a good time and I provided that, then Gretchen Sinclair kept appearing not only in the nightclub, but in my dreams.

Her glances made me nervous.

Her soft smile made me crave.

Then she stopped looking.

She looked at him instead.

It was time for me to do more than dream.