I couldn’t sleep. The moonlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alex’s penthouse cast long shadows across the pristine hardwood floors. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw James’s face, heard the cold click of his gun. My mother’s funeral was tomorrow, and here I was, alive because of the man sleeping in the room next door.
The same man I’d been fighting my attraction to for quite some time.
I padded barefoot to the kitchen, my borrowed silk pajamas whispering against my skin. A glass of water. That’s all I needed. Maybe it would wash away the bitter taste of grief and fear that coated my tongue. My fingers traced the marble countertop, remembering how just hours ago, Alex had insisted on making me dinner here, trying to coax me to eat something after everything that
