The sky seemed shrouded by an impenetrable black veil, dark and unforgiving.
Even after all these years, Austin still woke from dreams of that night—broken flashes of heat and hunger, of whispered names and skin against skin.
The hotel . The way his hands had held her like he would never let go. It haunted her.
She opened her eyes to the present, breath catching for a moment. Her skin felt cool against the sheets, her pulse slightly elevated. Disoriented, she glanced at the clock beside her bed.
It was almost six.
She sat up quickly, pushing the covers aside and heading straight for the shower. By the time she stepped into the kitchen, her hair was damp and pulled into a loose bun, and the scent of coffee filled the air.
She moved with quiet precision, preparing breakfa
