Not long ago, someone had been beaming with joy, vowing to take his daughter to bed.

Now, it seemed, that same daughter had all but vanished from his mind.

Sophia pressed her hand against Derek's searingly warm palm, her voice tinged with both curiosity and caution. "What did you and Waterfield talk about when you saw him home?"

Derek, however, had no interest in talking. Words could wait—what he wanted now demanded no language at ...