When Sera Monroe came to, it was already the next morning.

She blinked up at the ceiling, confused for a second. Wasn't she on the couch last night?

Wait a second…

A thought hit her. She reached out to the other side of the bed, and sure enough—warmth.

Someone had definitely slept there.

And not long ago, either.

So that warm, fuzzy feeling she had last night, like someone was holding her… that wasn't a dream?

Did Elliot Monroe come back last ...