Taste of Triumph

Triumph fizzed in her blood like champagne bubbles. She shivered with excitement as Dom drove them home after they both showered at the club. Cora didn’t see Sloane in the locker room or the shower area. She was probably hiding, and she was likely to stay away as long as possible until she finished licking her wounds.

She shot a sidelong glance at Dom. He had been amazing on the court. Coolly in