"She shook her head, a strand of her thick dark hair brushing her cheek. She looked up at him and her eyes seemed wider, those dark-chocolate orbs that he'd lost himself in a time or two. He shook his head. That was folly. Kate wasn't the type of woman who'd be interested in an affair.

And despite his engagement, affairs were all he'd ever been interested in. He wasn't the kind of man who could marry a woman he felt anything for. He'd learned from his father that Brody men didn't handle lust or love well. They required devotion and dedication from their lovers or else they turned to jealousy. He had experienced it himself during his ill-fated love affair with his high school sweetheart April, when he was eighteen."