Intense Pleasure

She had to leave.

Summer Calhoun, the woman the world knew as Summer Bartlett, was

smart enough to know that this phase of her life was over. And though she

wasn’t normally one to run, or to give up, even she couldn’t ignore the fact

that she simply couldn’t do this anymore.

Teeth clenched, battling tears and anger, Summer threw an armload of

dresses into one of the suitcases lying open on the bed. Jamming the

material into the leather bag, uncaring of the wrinkles and years of careful

packing habits, she added more, pushing the frothy, girly material from the