Trisha Wolfe

Grayson is about to be convicted in another state—one that has the death penalty.

He wants me to save his life.

The kind of curious that drives good girls bad

“I don’t particularly like people

“I can feel your excitement,” Grayson says, smile stretching. “Or is that arousal?” He sniffs the air, making me flush.

I’m tethered so tightly to him, I can feel him in my veins.

I tug my towel higher, wrap it tighter.

“Make sure those thighs are squeezed just as tight,” he remarks.

Nothing stays the same.

Change is the one constant you can depend on.

You either adapt or you don’t.

“With you, Dr. Noble. I belong right here with you.”

My gaze snaps to hers. My hands itch to tear those glasses from her face so I can stare into her eyes unobstructed.

“I want to live. And I want you.”