Brian’s body went completely rigid. Every instinct honed by years of tactical survival flared into high alert as he rolled off the bed, snatching his trousers from the floor while his eyes darted to the dark corners of the room. Arthur's security detail? A leaked tip? An assassin?
Lucy, however, felt only a cold, calculating annoyance. The interruption had shattered the absolute privacy of their sanctuary, burning away the lingering heat of passion with a flash of pure fury.
She didn't reach for a sheet or cower beneath the covers. Instead, she slid gracefully out of bed, pulling a heavy silk robe over her shoulders and tying it with a sharp, deliberate tug.
The knock echoed slow and heavy through the quiet corridor.
Brian caught her arm just as she took a step toward the entryway, his
