Blair woke up to Roman’s fingers drawing lazy circles on her bare shoulder. For about three seconds, she let herself sink into the warmth of his body against hers, the way his breath tickled her neck. Then reality crashed back down like a brick. Shit, she couldn’t just stay here.

Last night. The dinner. Luca. Sutton’s secret burning a hole in her chest.

“Morning,” Roman murmured, his voice still deep with sleep.

“Hey.” She tried to slip out of bed, but his arm tightened around ...