The sky was white outside the tan and green print curtains that covered the far window. Such masculine colors, she thought as she snuggled deeper into the matching comforter. The bed was soft and fluffy. So much better than the one she usually slept on. And it smelled fabulous. Mmm.
Gosh, she was sleepy. And her head hurt. Not to mention her lip. Lacey felt as if she'd been hit by a garbage truck. Wait. She had been hit, but not by a truck. Oh damn. She bolted upright in a strange bed as the previous night's events came flooding back.
"Ouch," she groaned as she touched the sore flesh of her bottom lip.
The sound of heavy footsteps thudded in the hall before the door swung open revealing the very large, very naked torso of a man. Not just any man. But Daniel Devlin. Oh my God, it was him
