Finding an empty foil packet in my husband’s jeans wouldn’t have been surprising—if we’d actually used those in the last decade. 

I gave up everything for him and in return, he betrayed me in the worst way. 

Sliding down a stripper pole five nights a week isn’t exactly my dream job. 

But I did it. 

For him. 

With my life in shambles, I have to find the strength to start again. 

Rhys 

The very last thing I need is a distraction in the form of a feisty, curvaceous stripper. 

When her version of a lap dance catches more than just my attention—I have to see where she leads me. 

It can’t be forever. 

But whatever it is—I’ll take it. 

For now.