When the clock chimed half-passed two o'clock, Logan cursed and threw the clammy sheet from his body. The fire he'd stoked before going to bed had long turned to glowing embers. He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and ran his fingers through his hair. Why did thoughts of Haven persist when all he wanted to do was sleep? Restlessness could only lead to recklessness, and that would be disastrous, especially whenever she was near.

How could he sleep when ...