Soren’s POV
I went back to the guest room and forced myself to open my laptop.
I knocked out a few urgent emails, trying to use work to get my mind off her. But the business data and reports on the screen meant nothing—my head was completely full of her.
The way she kept knocking back those stiff drinks.
The way she poured her heart out with those blurry, drunken eyes.
The way she looked sleeping in that bed, totally defenseless.
And... the way she gripped my hand so damn hard, begging "don't leave me" in that broken voice.
I knew she wasn't talking to me.
She was probably talking to some ghost from her past, or maybe it was just the booze talking.
But for some reason, that cold, tight grip and that slurred plea felt like a key, unlocking a door inside me that had been slammed shu
