He hadn’t slept deeply in more than a year. Even though Adelaide and her crew endeavored to keep at least his name a secret if not the finer points of his profession, Dakota knew that his job and his history made him a target. There were probably hundreds of people who could benefit from his death, including whomever might be next on his list.
As a result, he’d learned to sleep lightly and for shorter periods of time. Better to take a nap when safety could be assured than to try and get a full night when danger may be lurking.
But the combination of jet lag, travel fatigue, hiking, stress, and, of course, a two-hour-long romp in bed got the best of him. He passed out, naked and face down on a pillow in the cheap hotel room they’d rented for a little privacy. The guy, who said his name wa
