Boiling Truths and the Billionaires Embrace

Summary

A week of travel had left me hollowed out. Dragging my exhausted body and my suitcase home at three in the morning, I was ready for nothing more than a scalding hot shower. But the blast of water, set to a precise 113 degrees Fahrenheit, hit my skin like a brand, making me gasp and jerk back.

My husband, Holden Kincaid, a decorated Marine Captain and a drill instructor at the Academy, was a human furnace. His water temperature never, ever, crossed 104 degrees.

The scorching setting belonged to my cousin, Cassidy Lane—the one who was “chronically fragile and always cold.”