Liam's hands gripped the steering wheel of Tasha's Honda Civic, his knuckles white against the black leather.
He couldn't believe he'd just done that.
He'd had sex with Elsa's mother. Diana. In her house. On the living room couch. While Elsa was upstairs. While her husband was asleep down the hall.
And this morning, he'd sat across from Elsa at breakfast, smiled at her, thanked Diana for the pancakes, and acted like nothing had happened.
'At least, I got something awesome out of it.'
But even as the thought crossed his mind..
He'd do it again if he had the chance.
That was the truth of it, undeniable truth.
He also remembered Kelvin's text from that morning, the one that had come through right before he'd left Elsa's place.
He glanced down and snatched his phone from the cup holder, pulling up the message just to make sure he hadn't misread it.
