Trouble.
She had known the man was going to be trouble from the first moment she'd laid eyes on him earlier that evening. She just hadn't known what kind of trouble.
The trouble was he was handsome and intelligent and sexy and strong and a hundred other things she had always looked for in a man and never found until tonight.
The trouble was he kissed her better than any man who had ever kissed her.
The trouble was she wanted him.
She was wise enough, however, to accept the fact that she didn't always get what she wanted, and sometimes -- many times -- it was for the best.
But could it matter so very much if she were to indulge herself for another minute or two?
Torey answered her own question.
No.
"Liar!"