Two Chapter Preview: Provocative

She inhales, her chest rising and falling. “What happens when I’m not around?”


I cross to stand in front of her, cupping her face. “That’s where we’re differing here, Faith. I’m thinking about every moment I have with you and you’re thinking about goodbye.” I kiss her then, and damn it, I am obsessed with her. So fucking obsessed. And like she said, obsession is dangerous.





I WATCH FAITH PAINT FOR hours, a stack of work next to me that I barely touch. I just watch her work while my mind chases the puzzle that is her mother and my father together. Murder brought us together. Lies could tear us apart. I don’t know what time I take her to bed, or how long I keep her awake once I get her there. But I wake with Faith pressed to my side, and I have one thought. In the right and wrong of things, there is nothing wrong about this woman in my bed.

The day is lazy, rain falling outside, and we have coffee on my balcony, talking, laughing, both of us in sweats and t-shirts with no plans to go anywhere until tonight. “Are you wearing the blue dress tonight?” I ask, sipping my coffee while thinking of the blue panties.

“I’m not sure,” she says. “I wish I would have asked about the dress code. I brought several choices.”

I set my cup down and grab my phone from my pocket. “Let’s find out. I’ll call Chris.” I punch in his number from my auto-dial.

“No,” she says quickly, setting her cup down. “No, don’t—”

“It’s already ringing,” I say, and Chris immediately picks up, while I get right to the point. “What’s the dress code tonight?”

“Translation. You’re Faith’s date tonight and she doesn’t know how to dress. Put her on with Sara.”

“Good plan.” I hand Faith the phone. “Sara.”

She pales, glowers and takes the phone. “Sara. Yes. No. Great. Nice to meet you, too. Yes. I’ll see you then.” She hands me back the phone. “Chris.”

“I’m here,” I say, placing the receiver to my ear again. “And I need nothing else.”

“Works for me,” Chris says and we disconnect, and I focus on Faith. “Blue dress?”

“You shouldn’t have called them, and actually the blue dress is too fancy, and I want to save that dress for the L.A. event. It was lucky the first time.”

“Luck is good,” I say. “But you do have a dress to wear, right?”

“Yes. It’s pink and doesn’t require you to spend money on me.”

“You’re going to have to get over this money thing, sweetheart. I have it. I spend it. If I want to spend it on you, I’m going to and that doesn’t make me an asshole unless I use it against you in some way, which I won’t.” And those are words I’m going to have to repeat loudly when she finds out I paid the bank on her behalf. “Moving on,” I say. “Your dress is pink. Do I get the royal blue panties underneath?”

“They’re pink and I don’t want you to spend money on me.”

“I like spending money on you and I like pink.”

“Don’t rip them this time and you can like them twice.”

“Twice is good. More is better.”

“Do you know what you’re wearing?”

“Why? Are you considering which knife you need to undress me?”

She grins. “I think that’s a moment I need to capture on the canvas. That moment when you first saw the knife in my hand. It was priceless. I’m suddenly inspired to paint.”

“Then go and paint a masterpiece. I’ve got work that I can dig into in my office. I’ll come get you for lunch.”

“Are you cooking?”

“If ordering take out, counts, then yes. At your service, Ms. Winter.”

She laughs and starts to get up, but sits back down. “I never asked what time the party is. Chris never said.”

“I’ll find out,” I promise. “You go paint.”

Her eyes light. “I actually can’t wait to pick up a brush again.”

“I prefer you with a brush than a knife in your hand.”

She laughs and pops to her feet, rushing through the house, and I sit back and enjoy this moment. I could get used to having this woman around.




The day passes too quickly, when Faith will leave tomorrow unless I convince her otherwise.

It’s nearly seven, and I’m standing on the balcony off my bedroom in a blue suit and blue tie, waiting on Faith to finish dressing, a glass of that whiskey Abel left behind in my hand. And while outside, the storms of earlier in the day have passed, stars dotting the skyline before me, while the storm that is the lies I’ve told Faith are clear and present, haunting me tonight in ways they haven’t before now.

“Nick.”

At the sound of Faith’s voice, I down my drink, set the glass on a small table by the railing, and walk back inside. “Well?” she asks, holding out her hands to her sides. “How do I look? Is it too much? Too little?”

“Sweetheart, I don’t let women in my house, let alone invite them to dress here. So no one has ever asked me if a dress was too much or too little.” I close the space between us, my hands settling on her tiny waist. “But you look beautiful.” And she does. The dress is pink lace and knee length, which offers me the benefit of easy access to her gorgeous legs. Her shoulders are bare, her blonde hair caressing the skin the way my mouth will later. And the neckline is high, reserved, but still somehow sexy, but how can it not be? It’s on her.

Her hands goes to my chest, her eyes searching my face. “You don’t bring women here?” “Never,” I say. “In the five years since I bought this place, not once. Just you.”

“Why me, Nick?” she asks, her tone earnest

“Because you’re you, Faith. There is no other answer.” And while it’s the truth, it guts me to know that she’ll see it as one of my lies, and do so sooner than later.

“Where did you go?” she asks. “To their place?”

“Anywhere but here,” I say, when the truth is, I go to what is my club now, a place, that doesn’t matter to me, but she does. “You’re nervous about tonight. Why?”

“Chris Merit is a big deal in the art world. His support could change my life.”

“You admire him.”

“Yes. He’s talented and successful. And even though he’s really not from Sonoma, he just always felt like a local, and if one local could make it, another could, too.”

“Did you admire Macom? Was that part of the draw to him?”

“I met Macom before he made it. We both loved art and the creative process. And yes, he’s talented, but it was different. I don’t admire him.” Her hands settle on mine at her hips. “He called me yesterday and I just feel like I should tell you.”

I go very still, that possessiveness I feel for Faith rising up inside me. “And?”

“I didn’t take the call. I can guess what it was about. He heard, probably before me, that I was in the show.”