Emily's POV
The first thing I registered was the crazy heat.
Not the warm, cozy kind—the kind that felt like a fever boiling under my skin, threatening to set me on fire from the inside out.
The second thing?
The three pairs of eyes boring into me.
I blinked up at them, Julian perched on the edge of the bed, Joey pacing the floor, Caleb standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed like he was debating locking me in this hotel suite until further notice.
"Oh, wow," I rasped, voice still thick with sleep. "Is this an intervention? Because if it is, I at least need a mimosa in hand."
Julian exhaled sharply, his sharp blue eyes scanning my face with laser focus. "Emily." His tone was too calm, the kind of calm that came before an explosion. "You passed out in the middle of the
