–Livana–
Vacation may be over, but my gorgeous friend Deanne still seems lost in the pleasures of Caine's company. They have no label for what they are, but in this age, labels are for jars, not lovers. People are far more liberated now. Besides, Deanne is a grown woman—old enough to savor the world of pleasure, to be worshiped like a goddess on her own marble pedestal. I never realized how much she'd been holding back, but now the time has come for my Empire and my husband's Empire to reunite.
Even if Deanne were to indulge in a deeper entanglement with Caine, our Empire would always come first.
"Jet's ready," Damon's voice slid in like silk as he sat beside me. "I'm sending Caine to Rhode Island."
"Oh?" I twisted my lips into a knowing curl. "So Deanne's fun is over?" My fingers adjusted the dark sunglasses that sealed my little charade, my gaze hidden, my act intact.
