Callista stood frozen, watching his broad shoulders disappear through the doorway.

Her cheeks burned hot. She hated herself for it, but the truth clawed its way into her mind—last night had been the first time she’d ever fallen asleep in a man’s arms. And not just any man. A stranger.

Her pulse quickened as she remembered the weight of him beside her, the heat of his body, the steady rhythm of his breathing. And worse—she could still feel it. The press of him against her, hard and ...