They spent most of the weekend in bed, much to Tally’s amusement. Ryan didn’t seem to grow bored with exploring every inch of her body. As she lay in a half-exhausted slumber Sunday morning, the memory of the Friday night Christmas party came back to her. That moment on the balcony when he had confronted her.

Ryan took a step closer still, putting a hand under her chin, turning her face back to his. “That person would be who, Tally?” His breath washed over her face in a light caress, ...