The hotel room was still buzzing with leftover heat—her skin flushed, his scent still clinging to her breath, her thighs. But the moment Cara heard Michael’s name on that phone, it was like a bucket of ice had been poured over her naked spine.
She slowly lowered the receiver, her eyes locked with Damian’s.
“Did I hear that right?” he asked.
Cara nodded once, heart pounding. “He knows I’m here.”
Damian stood, muscles tightening, jaw clenching as he grabbed his shirt off the floor. “That’s impossible unless someone told him.”
Her mind raced. “The front desk said he left a package.”
“I’ll go,” Damian said, slipping his shirt over his bruised body.
“No,” she said, grabbing his wrist. “I’ll do it.”
Damian’s eyes searched hers. “Why?”
Cara exhaled shakily. “Because if Michael’s here… th
