Marcus looked ever the charming devil in a jade green polo shirt that matched the glint in his eyes.
His dinner date was a stunning blonde of model proportions, with her dainty hand on his shoulder and puckered lips ready to kiss his golden skin.
A sucker punch landed in her gut. Who was she kidding? A man like Marcus would have fun, then dump her in the trash the minute he got bored.
She didn’t want a fleeting affair, or empty emotions on his part. That was pointless. Her fascination was pointless. The cyber stalking was pointless.
After deleting the search results, she sighed out in a gust. Marcus was a fantasy, a guy she had to shake off.
Lana had to forget about the unforgettable Marcus McGrath. After everything she’d been through, she accepted the need to focus on her real relationship, with Rory.
And that meant asking him to leave Verto Veneri.