Roman pulled the blinds open, letting sunlight flood into Desiree’s bedroom. The morning light crept across the wooden floor, until it reached the edge of the bed where Desiree slept curled up under the sheets.

He turned, lips curving in satisfaction. “Mission accomplished,” he murmured as she stirred, squinting against the brightness.

“Rise and shine, sunshine,” he said with a teasing smile.

Her groggy voice came out muffled against the pillow. “What the hell, Roman? What is ...