Samantha Rhodes had always lived life according to the rules—until the rules stopped working. At 46, recently divorced and rediscovering herself, she wasn't looking for love. She wasn't even looking for adventure. But desire has a way of creeping in when the world gets quiet and the wine starts flowing. Working as a gallery curator in downtown Chicago, she spent her days with quiet art and her nights with louder thoughts. Thoughts she never used to entertain. Thoughts that became harder to ignore after a certain man started visiting the gallery after hours.
He was unlike anyone she'd met—tall, confident, smooth-voiced, and always watching her with an intensity that lingered. There was mystery in his presence and promise in his smile. She didn't know much about him except one thing: he stirred something in her that hadn't been touched in years. Something she was now ready to feel again. This wasn't about falling in love. This was about waking up.
And the night was just beginning.
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