Triple Temptation
The scent of him, cinnamon and fresh rain mixed, was a soothing presence.
"They are," Zane agreed, his deep voice a low rumble. He was tracing patterns on her arm with his fingers, his touch a soft, hypnotic beat. "My family, the Valez family, we are star people. We believe our fates are charted in the stars. That we are all connected by an cosmic string."
"Is that what you believe?" she asked, looking up at him. The moonlight struck his face, illuminating the unusual seriousness in his eyes.