Raegan, for her part, remained cautious, her guard steadfast unless something significant demanded her attention.

Henley realized he needed a well-crafted plan.

His handsome features were shrouded in darkness. After a moment, he dialed a number.

“Is there any news of the person whose surname is Lloyd?"

A voice on the other end responded, "Words has it that she was seen in the Sandy recently."

Henley's tone turned icy.

"Locate her quickly. Don't let anyone beat you to it."

Tessa, like a stray dog, could serve his purposes well.

With one hand on the steering wheel, he idly loosened his tie, his thoughts drifting with desire.

He recalled Raegan's pale hand and swore silently to himself.

Back in college, he didn't have much contact with Raegan.

At that time, his heart was filled with hatred, and he didn't notice her at all.

By day, he played the model upperclassman. By night, he harbored darker secrets.

Only after returning recently did he Learn of Raegan's marriage to Mitchel and considered getting close to her.

But as days passed, his longing grew.

He convinced himself he needed Raegan until she was his.

Once he had her, he believed he would be unaffected.

Meanwhile, Raegan, emerging from the shower, noticed Henley's watch on the basin.

As she reached to place it aside, the doorbell echoed.

Assuming Henley had returned for his watch, Raegan slipped into a modest nightgown and opened the door.