Once he finished a shower, he threw on a pair of gray slacks and a white button-down, then stared at the bed. Kept staring. The sheets were rumpled from their love-making, her scent lingered in the room, and recollection of their passion flooded him until suffocation loomed.

All he wanted was more. More memories, more time together, more...everything. Interesting, because he'd never thought himself a sadist.

The sisters had arrived by the time he'd made it back ...