Roman looked about ready to take her again when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Looking over to see who was calling. His jaw ticked. “It’s Peters.”

And just like that, the softness of the morning evaporated.

Roman grabbed the phone, rolling out of bed with a muttered curse. “Peters.”

Blair sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to her chest, the chill of the room suddenly more noticeable. Her skin prickled. Roman didn’t say anything right away, but she could tell from the ...