Nate woke slowly, wincing against the sunlight streaming in the window of the room that was – not his bedroom. Nate froze a moment, and then the memory of the night before flooded in on him. Right. This was a hotel room. Where he’d had s*x.
Where he’d had, actually, the best s*x he’d ever had in his life. With Brad. Who was a woman. Or had been.
And who was no longer in the bed with him.
Nate lurched upright, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Had it worked? Was Brad – ?
His gaze swept the room and stopped on the figure huddled in one of the chairs by the table. Brad was limned in the light falling from the window, making him little more than a black outline, but the fall of the too-long hair and the bowed, hopeless posture said everything.
“It didn’t work,” Nate blurted, feeling a w
