Blair sat in the passenger seat of Roman’s car, arms resting on her thighs, her gaze fixed out the window, though her mind was miles away. The night before was still fresh in her mind, lingering in her bones.

Every breath felt like a reminder. A reminder of him, of the heat between them. Every little movement of her body felt like a trace of his touch on her skin. She could still feel him, his lips, the weight of his body, the way he’d claimed her. The way his hands had been everywhere, ...