A flash of his hand cupping the back of her head, her green eyes fully dilated staring back at him, filled his vision for a split second, and then it was gone. He shook his head, not understanding where the image came from. Nonetheless, it was enough to cause a reaction below his waist.
Knowing he needed some distance, Paul scurried out of the doorway and back into his room, quietly, yet firmly, closing the door behind him. He really needed that shower, and now he knew it was going to have to be a cold one—an ice-cold one, from the looks of it. Where had that image come from, and why now?
Paul felt much better after his shower, with one exception. He couldn’t seem to get that image of Megan out of his head. It made no sense to him. She’d never looked at him that way before, and he’d neve
