The Golden Bough. Sir James George Frazer

course, you’re right. It wouldn’t be wise.”

      They said good-night and Shondra let herself into her condo. She’d narrowly escaped temptation. As she slipped out of her shoes and padded toward her room, she admitted that Connor might not be so easy to resist in the future.

      Shondra started to push open her bedroom door and stopped in her tracks. Something was bothering her.

      Connor had said he agreed they shouldn’t get involved, but those wicked blue eyes had been sending a different message.

      Something along the lines of…I like a challenge.