He's forbidden in every meaning of the word. But is that enough to keep him away?
It all started in Vegas.
Now I know what you're thinking.
What happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in the city of sin. Normally, I'd be inclined to agree. Until Lincoln Moore walks into my life.
On paper, we mix as well as oil and water.
He's confident. Commanding. Successful. Master of his universe.
I'm a hot mess, barely holding on as I struggle to balance my job, finally finishing college, and keeping my mother sober.
But when the lights go out nothing else matters.
Until I learn the truth of who Lincoln Moore actually is.
Sure, I probably should have put the pieces together sooner, but our early days haven't exactly been filled with riveting philosophical discussions about the meaning of life, if you know what I mean.
That still doesn't diminish the fact he's forbidden and could lose everything by being with me.
But is that enough to keep us apart? Or is what we have worth the risk?