Jessica didn’t even know how she’d made it back to her room. Humiliation scorched through her like a fever. She’d taken a risk—done exactly what she’d wanted to do. She’d given Mark a come-on. Not intentionally at first—she hadn’t gone into the bathroom to seduce him. But the opportunity had been there, and she’d seized it.
And for a moment, she thought it had worked.
But then he walked away. Just like that. Despite his obvious arousal, he’d said he couldn’t do it. Couldn’t make love to her.
She knew this had nothing to do with her minor head injury. She’d assured him—repeatedly—that she was fine. Her head was clear, her body healed. He'd said they needed to talk, and she’d agreed. But in her mind, they could have hashed out their issues afterward, tangled in each other, relaxed and ope
