Chapter 40

Noah leaned heavily against the car, the cool night air doing little to clear the fog in his head. Even with the world tilting on its axis, a sharp spike of caution pierced through his inebriation. He didn't want Chloe's help. At thirty, he had managed to keep his life orderly, his modesty intact, and his personal space unviolated. He had never even had a first kiss, let often a woman tending to him in a state of undress or vulnerability. Chloe was a stranger he had married to satisfy Dorothy...