CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
Keira woke the next morning in Milo’s arms, exactly where she wanted to be. She snuggled into him, feeling content and comfortable and like everything was right in the world. Until she realized her cell phone was ringing from the other room.
Groaning, she peeled Milo’s arm off her body and got out of bed, wrapping herself up in one of the luxury, hotel-provided bathrobes. She stepped over items of clothing strewn haphazardly around her bedroom from where she and Milo had torn them from one another last night, and went out into the living area.
It was spotless. No sign of the mess she and Milo had made last night as they’d stumbled inside. She was certain she’d knocked over a lamp. And they’d definitely kicked off their shoes and shucked off their jackets. Why was ev
