I've discovered Donovan Kincaid's secret. It's dirty and filthy and rich - as dirty and filthy and rich as he is - and it haunts me as much as he ever did. Even after knowing what I know now, I still want to talk to him, to touch him. But there's an ocean between us, and I'm not sure it can be crossed with something as easy as a phone call or a plane ride. Yet I'm willing to try. He doesn't know this yet, but this time I'm the one with the power. And maybe - just maybe - if the air were cleared and all our secrets bared, there could still be a chance for us. And this dirty, filthy thing between us might end up being love after all.