Chapter One Pete’s shoulders sagged when he saw the crowded boarding area. Was all of Chicago flying to Scotland? It sure seemed like it. One of the overhead lights flickered, which, combined with the constant blare of the announcements, just upped his irritation. He scanned the area for open seats and didn’t spot any. Several people sat on the floor, their carry-on luggage arrayed around them. Many of them wolfed down fa...

Chapter Two Pete sipped his wine slowly as he stood on the side and watched the reception crowd. Mom really hadn’t needed him. One of the senior directors from New York had whisked her off a few minutes after they arrived so she could “meet some people.” A pointed glance from the director had made it clear to Pete that he wasn’t invited. Still, it was amusing to watch the social and political maneuvering. He didn’t know a...

After several minutes of hot water pounding on his shoulders and neck, Pete let out a relieved sigh. The shower was definitely washing away his tension. The guilt still hung around—he should’ve stopped!—but Mom was right. He couldn’t go back and undo that. It had all happened so fast, and he’d been so turned on, and… Mom was right. You couldn’t uncrack the egg. What was done was done. He’d fucked his mom, and he’d known i...

Mom chuckled. She actually chuckled. Pete’s face heated and he looked away. “I’m flattered,” she said, “but you know we can’t.” He shrugged. “Yeah. Sorry.” “It’s okay.” When he looked back, she was smiling again. “We’re just two ships who collided in the night.” “With one helluva collision.” “But neither of us sank.” She smirked. “But one of us went down.” She grinned and rolled her eyes. “Let’s not stick with this metaph...