Lorraine shifted, her sleepy hand searching for the warm body that had been beside her all night.

Her fingers found only cool, rumpled sheets. She blinked her eyes open, Jesse was not beside her, not in the room.

With a soft sigh that was full of exhaustion, she pushed herself up. A low groan escaped her lips as she moved. Every muscle protested; her thighs, her back, even her shoulders, all ached pleasantly from the night before.

"Is he a beast or something?" she muttered, her ...