When Trisha said she wasn't going to sleep with him, she'd meant it. Sleep or anything else, Nick was on his third night in her guest room. Not that it wasn't accommodating, but he really wanted to be somewhere else.

He wondered what it was about Trisha that made her different, made it possible for him to feel pleasure without pain or had his senses coming back. He should bolt with every tentative stare between, yet she kissed with passion and fire. She didn't resist him, but ...