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Flames of desire. I will protect you.
Damon’s POVThe door slams behind Sienna so hard the walls shake. For a long moment, the only sound in the room is the ragged rhythm of our breathing. Claire sits frozen on the couch, clutching the blanket against her chest like a shield, her eyes wide and shining in the dim light. She looks fragile in a way that twists my gut, like I’ve dragged her straight into the middle of a war she never signed up for. In a way, I have. I drag a hand down my face, trying to scrub away the lingering echo of Sienna’s voice. Her shrieks, her accusations, her venom are still rattling inside my skull. I’ve seen her throw tantrums before, I’ve heard her sharp tongue aimed at enemies and rivals, but this was different. This was personal. I look at Claire, at the way her knuckles whiten around the blanket, at the tremor in her lower lip. Rage surges through me again, but this time for Claire. For the way Sienna tore into her like she was nothing, like she was less than human. I cross the room and sit dow
Flames of desire. Meltdown!
Sienna's POVI can’t believe this. I can’t believe what my eyes are showing me. For weeks, I’ve been suspicious. Damon sneaking out late at night, brushing me off when I asked where he was going, acting like I was some silly little girl with too much curiosity. Well, silly little girls don’t hire people to keep an eye on him. Silly little girls don’t track his movements when he thinks he’s too clever to be followed. Tonight, I’ve finally caught him. I stand outside the apartment door of Claire Johnson, yes, pathetic Claire, the ex-wife of Mike Green, the woman who’s been lingering like a bad smell in Willowcreek ever since her divorce. The woman who should have left town slunk away in shame. But no. Not her. She clings, pathetic and desperate. Apparently, she’s clinging to my uncle now.I hear noises from inside. Laughter. A moan. My stomach twists with rage. He didn’t. He couldn’t. My uncle Damon Whitfield, the man who raised me after my father died, the man I trusted, the man who pr
Flames of desire. Flames of desire.
Sleep evades me. I’ve been pacing the length of my study for what feels like hours, bourbon untouched on the desk, tie discarded on the arm of a chair. The house is quiet, too quiet, and that silence leaves space for her face to creep in, Claire Johnson. The woman I told myself I would keep at arm’s length, the woman I swore would remain nothing more than a reckless indulgence. But her laugh. Her mouth. The way she says my name is as though it belongs to her. It’s poison. Addictive. Irresistible. I know I shouldn’t. She’s too close, too dangerous, already entangled with my company, my family, my life. If Sienna ever found out, if the board caught wind of it. The scandal would ruin everything. I know how this town is. They will say I am too old for her. She is after my money. All those ugly things. Yet I find myself grabbing my keys.I don’t plan it. One second, I’m staring at the walls of this old house, haunted by memories I’ve buried, and the next I’m behind the wheel, cutting thro
Flames of desire. A run in with Sienna and Mike.
Claire’s POVThe fluorescent lights of Willowcreek’s only decent grocery store hum faintly overhead as I push my cart down the aisle, mentally checking off items from the list in my head. Bread, fruit, milk. It’s been a long day at Whitfield Incorporated, reviewing contracts that feel endless, but I’m proud of how I handled myself. I belong there, no matter how many people might whisper otherwise. I’m reaching for a jar of honey when I hear the sound I least want to heels clicking in a sharp rhythm, followed by that too-sweet, poisoned laugh. Sienna Whitfield! Because fate enjoys cruel timing, she isn’t alone. Mike is with her. For a second, my hand hovers above the honey jar as if it’s the only anchor holding me steady. My chest tightens, my pulse rising. Seeing them together still hurts in ways I hate to admit. Mike, my ex-husband, the man who swore vows to me only to break them when a shinier, prettier prize walked by. Sienna, the woman who never hesitated to steal what wasn’t hers
Flames of desire. I will strike when she least expect it.
Sienna's POVI know my uncle is hiding something. It starts as a whisper of unease, a shadow curling at the edge of my mind whenever he slips away in the evenings. Damon has always been predictable, a creature of habit who values control above everything else. But lately, he has been different. He leaves at odd hours, sometimes returning late, his jaw tense, his eyes sharper, like he’s daring anyone to question him. I do question him, silently, from the corners, with eyes that never stop watching. I’ve planted my eyes and ears where I need them. People think Willowcreek is a sleepy little town, but it’s amazing what the desperate will do for a little money. The butler at Damon’s house. The driver who sometimes takes him to the airport. Even the housekeeper who pretends to adore him but can’t resist the cash I slip into her hand. They tell me things, and I weave them together like threads into a net. The net is closing. My uncle has been sneaking out at night. Not just once, not just t
Flames of desire. We need to let it go, but how?
The first thing I notice when I wake is the silence. Not the silence of an empty bed, but the silence that tells me he’s already gone. I blink into the pale light spilling through the blinds, my eyes landing on the space beside me. The sheets are still warm, still carrying his scent, woodsy, sharp, and unmistakably him. Damon. Last night comes rushing back like a tide I can’t stop. The feel of his hands sliding across my skin, the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress, the way he kissed me like he was starving for me. I curl into myself, hugging the pillow he used, breathing in the faint trace of him. It doesn’t feel real. Damon Whitfield, sharp-tongued, infuriating, dangerous Damon, was in my bed again. Well, not just in my bed. He was in me, with me, so present and consuming I’m still trembling from the memory. It has been going on for weeks, but every time I wake up and he is gone, I feel alone. I miss him.But reality cuts through the haze as quickly as it formed. He’
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