Preston Wilder needs Rebecca's name on the guardianship papers if he is to keep his nephew safe from the family that once destroyed him. Her quiet defiance only sharpens the hunger he has buried for years, the need to see her cheeks flush and her pride crack beneath his hand.
The summons lies open on the long table, its broken seal a warning. When he moves behind her and lifts her skirts without a word, the risk of ruin hangs between them. One sound from her could cost them the boy, their reputations, and the fragile trust neither dares name.
