EMILY
I woke up with a start.
My memories flooded in and I pressed my palm to my forehead like I could push them back out. What have I done?
I turned slowly. He was there. On top of the covers, lying perfectly still beside me, his face relaxed in sleep. His chest was bare. I looked away immediately.
Creeping out of bed, I found my clothes folded on the bathroom counter. I didn't remember putting them there. Pulled them on without looking at my reflection.
His jacket hung on the back of the door. The one he'd given me on the rooftop. My hand found the pocket, found the card inside.
Leo Ashford. Name. Number. No title.
I took it.
Then I was out the door, in the elevator and on the street. My phone buzzed the second I hit the sidewalk and I almost ignored it, focused on getting away f
