With a rapid series of footsteps, Ryan disappeared down the hall.
Claire's pale, smooth fingers tightened around the towel, two droplets of water clinging to her skin.
The light reflected across her delicate features.
She stared blankly at the doorway, then turned toward Ethan lying on the bed.
Ryan must have changed his clothes. The smell of alcohol on him wasn't nearly as strong as it had been downstairs.
His gray loungewear lay neatly against his broad frame. His handsome features were relaxed, his thin lips pressed together.
After several days apart, a faint shadow of stubble had appeared along his jaw. It wasn't long, but somehow it made him look even more attractive.
He was sleeping peacefully, his chest rising and falling faintly, the corners of his eyes tinged red.
He must
