No, I was a married woman. And while these men didn’t have the hefty bank accounts my father had been searching for, they had kindness. Honor. If it weren’t for Ginny and Georgia, money concerns wouldn’t even linger.
But I could do nothing for either of them at the moment.
Being married wasn’t going to change. It was forever. Forever. Was being married to James and Jonah so bad? They were kind, albeit stern. Honorable. Thoughtful. Kind. Handsome. I couldn’t forget that. And they desired me. Blatantly. Thoroughly.
I looked down at the patchwork quilt and bit my lip. “It’s… it’s still our wedding night and… and I’m quite awake now,” I said.
A rumble came from James’ chest that sounded awfully like a growl. I looked to him, his eyes dark, his jaw clenched. The black eye made him look even
