Contents ( 300)
- The Sin Trilogy
- Meghan March
- Contents
- Note From The Author
- Richer Than Sin
- About Richer Than Sin
- Prologue
- Lincoln
- One
- Lincoln
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Lincoln
- Fifteen
- Whitney
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Whitney
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Whitney
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
- Thirty-Six
- Whitney
- Thirty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Whitney
- Forty-One
- Lincoln
- Forty-Two
- Whitney
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Whitney
- Forty-Five
- Lincoln
- Forty-Six
- Whitney
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Guilty As Sin
- About Guilty As Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Lincoln
- Three
- Whitney
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Whitney
- Eight
- Lincoln
- Nine
- Whitney
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Whitney
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Lincoln
- Seventeen
- Whitney
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Seven
- Whitney
- Twenty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Whitney
- Thirty-Three
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Six
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Seven
- Whitney
- Thirty-Eight
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Nine
- Whitney
- Forty
- Lincoln
- Forty-One
- Whitney
- Forty-Two
- Lincoln
- Forty-Three
- Whitney
- Forty-Four
- Lincoln
- Forty-Five
- Whitney
- Forty-Six
- Lincoln
- Forty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Forty-Eight
- Whitney
- Forty-Nine
- Lincoln
- Fifty
- Whitney
- Fifty-One
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Two
- Whitney
- Fifty-Three
- Whitney
- Fifty-Four
- Lincoln
- Fifty-Five
- Whitney
- Reveling In Sin
- About Reveling in Sin
- One
- Whitney
- Two
- Whitney
- Three
- Lincoln
- Four
- Whitney
- Five
- Lincoln
- Six
- Whitney
- Seven
- Lincoln
- Eight
- Whitney
- Nine
- Lincoln
- Ten
- Whitney
- Eleven
- Lincoln
- Twelve
- Whitney
- Thirteen
- Lincoln
- Fourteen
- Whitney
- Fifteen
- Lincoln
- Sixteen
- Whitney
- Seventeen
- Lincoln
- Eighteen
- Whitney
- Nineteen
- Lincoln
- Twenty
- Whitney
- Twenty-One
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Two
- Whitney
- Twenty-Three
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Four
- Whitney
- Twenty-Five
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Six
- Whitney
- Twenty-Seven
- Lincoln
- Twenty-Eight
- Whitney
- Twenty-Nine
- Whitney
- Thirty
- Lincoln
- Thirty-One
- Whitney
- Thirty-Two
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Three
- Whitney
- Thirty-Four
- Lincoln
- Thirty-Five
- Whitney
“You want to change into your suit?” she asks.
While there are a lot of things I want to do with her, including get her out of her suit, right now, seeing the sunshine glint off her black hair is at the top of my list.
“I’ve got clothes inside. Did Janelle show you to the master bedroom?”
“This morning. We sort of passed out on the couch last night after Cricket drank a few glasses of wine.”
I grasp Whitney’s hand, and together we walk toward the house.
“Why did you call this Blue House?” she asks, her voice carrying a hint of shyness.
I look down into her gorgeous blue eyes. “Why do you think, Blue?”
Her shy smile widens. “Because you like the color?”
“Because I love you.”
I pull her into my chest as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“So much that you named a house after me?”
“It was my refuge. Just like you were,” I say, then correct myself. “Just like you are.”
“I love it, by the way. But not as much as I love you.”
Thirty-Seven
Whitney
It takes us a couple of hours to re-emerge from Lincoln’s bedroom, and when we do, both of us are smiling. The noise from Cricket’s room finally quieted, but it’s safe to say that she and Hunter have made up, and will find a way to work this out.
Janelle sets out lunch on the terrace by the pool, and Lincoln and I settle into the chairs. The view from every single place I’ve stood on this island and in the house is absolutely incredible. It’s truly a place that I could see us coming to for years. Our own safe haven away from the world where we can forget everything and just enjoy each other.
Ten years ago, we only had stolen hours here and there, and I think that’s what made that time seem even more precious—because we both knew it was fleeting.
Now I want all the time in the world with this man, but I know when we’re in Gable, there will always be other things competing for his attention. But not here. At Blue House, Lincoln can be mine alone.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks as he takes a sip of ice water.
“That I hope this can be our place, where the world doesn’t get to intrude. Like the cabin was all those years ago.”
Something glints in Lincoln’s eyes, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking.
“I’m glad you feel that way. Blue House has always been special, but mostly because I always wanted to show it to you. I wanted to know what you would think of this place.” His attention drops to the table, and he pauses.
“What?”
He looks up, his hazel gaze shimmering with sincerity. “I built Blue House for you. For us.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I thought I was fucking crazy at the time. Who would build a house on an island for a woman married to another man?”