A pair of curious, blinking eyes stared at Eloisa from the foot of the bed. Then another pair. Ethan and Liam, both still in their sleep-rumpled pajamas, looked like tiny, identical detectives, their expressions a perfect blend of innocence and intense scrutiny. It was good Adam wasn't still here, because this was already awkward enough.
Eloisa's mind reeled back to the previous night, a rush of heated memories with her boss flooding her. Shame and a fresh wave of mortification washed over her. She was naked, wasn’t she? And her kids were right there.
But to her surprise, when she instinctively looked down, she found herself wrapped in her own soft, cotton robe. He must have dressed her. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat to her cheeks, making her feel even more shy.
"Good morning,"
