The sound of running water broke the stillness of the chamber. Moira lay on her side beneath the heavy covers, her breathing slow but uneven. She could hear Leander moving—footsteps across the floor and the bathroom door closing.
She told herself she should sleep. That was the safest thing to do. But her mind refused to rest.
After several minutes, the sound of water ceased. The door opened with a soft click.
Leander stepped into the room with nothing but a towel slung low around his hips. Drops of water clung to his skin, trailing down his hard chest.
Moira’s eyes fluttered open halfway—just enough to see him—but she quickly let her lashes lower again, pretending to be asleep. She thought she had fooled him.
But Leander had already seen her.
A faint smile curved his mouth as he ca
