Chapter Two
Finding himself on his own couch was no hardship. Somehow knowing Darcy was safe provided major consolation. Although when he woke up with a crick in his neck he was ready to curse. Jumping into the shower he stood under the hot, hard jets for twenty minutes trying to relieve the ache. That was until the pounding started on the bathroom door. Panic hit him, he worried that Darcy had woken to reporters, maybe they were on the phone, or maybe they were crowded under his bedroom window. He couldn’t work out how anyone could have known she was here. It took him only seconds to jump from the shower and wrap the towel around his waist.
On opening the door he was prepared to see the nymph he had tucked into his bed last night. Instead, he found his reluctant roommate grinning like a
