Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-Eight

Because the moment Bea's lips parted beneath his, the moment her fingers curled into the front of his shirt and pulled rather than pushing, the comfort became something else entirely. Something that had been building since the first time they had met, even if he hated to admit it.

He should stop. He was too old for her.

But he didn't stop.

Bea made a soft sound against his mouth, halfway between a