Chapter Five: Afterglow The flight back to New York was quiet—but not awkwardly quiet. Madison sat beside Jim, her head resting lightly on his shoulder, her hand interlaced with his on the armrest. They didn't speak much. They didn't need to. The silence held warmth. A kind of reverence. Vegas had changed something between them. The tension that had once choked their bedroom was gone. And in its place—trust. Deep, hot, ma...

Chapter One: The Drift Jim Barlow had never been the type to admit he was unhappy. That was for other men—lazy men, men who never tried. He had a nice house in Westchester, a good job, a beautiful wife who still turned heads at fundraisers. On paper, things were solid. Respectable. But under the routine of Tuesday pasta nights and Saturday morning Target runs, something quieter had begun to unravel. It was in the way Madi...