Chapter 8: My name is Charlotte…Waking swiftly the following morning, I sat up on the mattress and struggled to get my bearings. I inhaled deeply, before lying back against the pillow and listening to the birds chirping overhead in the early morning sunlight.
I'd dreamed of Conal Tremaine. His invasion into my mind had been powerful, and intensely sensual. In the dream, he'd slipped into my tent, slowly stripping away his clothes to reveal a muscular physique. His broad shoulders tapered down to a narrow waist, and the muscle in his chest and abdomen was fascinating in its perfection. I'd craved the opportunity to run my fingers across the smoothly defined ridges.
Completely naked, he'd walked leisurely across the tent towards me, dropping to his knees and tugging the zipper down on the
