The lights in the room were dim. Jason's face was half hidden in the shadows, which made it hard to see his complexion.

Charlotte thought she was dreaming. She subconsciously reached out and pinched his face when a warm touch spread to her fingertips. Her eyes suddenly became clear and she propped herself up. "What are you doing here, Mr. Langley?"

She inclined her head to look at the electronic clock on the nightstand and found that it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the ...