I threw back my drink, half laughing at myself. There was no chance I could change. None. Even a luscious creature with a heart of gold couldn’t manage the impossible.
Soon, the sweet angel would learn that she could no longer ignore my questions.
Or my desires.
She would succumb to my needs, screaming out my name.
Then I would toss her away, just like I should have done years before.
If not, I knew what would happen.
Men like me weren’t given a third chance at anything.
Except to face the grim reaper.