His Secret

Secrets...dirty ones. He was mine...there was a time.... Or so I thought. Instead, I was simply his dirty little secret. He couldn't, no, wouldn't, risk telling his best friend - my brother - about us. So, I kept quiet. Blinded by love and bound by my own desires, I allowed it all. I didn't tell a single soul about my time with Sawyer, not my brother, not my closest friends. Not then, and especially not now. How can I? My best friend is his ex-wife. The past is the past. I'm over him. I refuse to still love him.

I wanted her from the instant I set eyes on her. I waited, bided my time, and when she was ripe for the taking, I stole a single weekend with her. Then, in the blink of an eye, tragedy tore us apart. He was mine.... From the first time I saw him, I knew he would be my downfall. I craved him, wanted him with a need that should have terrified me. He didn't steal anything from me. I gave it - and my heart - to him freely. But we weren't the only ones with a secret. Secrets tore us part, and now, they would force us back to the scene of that infamous tragedy.