When Catrina Jackson ducked into her hotel’s jazz bar, all she wanted was a chance to unwind after a long drive and a drink to soothe the disappointment of being stood up by the friend she’d come to see. She figured the massive diamond wedding set on her finger would deter any would be suitors. She was wrong. When also married hunky Darius Cornelio suggested they sit together to avoid unwanted attention, she thought it was a great idea.
His presence protected her from other men in the bar, but who was going to protect her from him?
