When the alarm went off, Trey pried his eyes open and forced himself out of bed. A cold shower woke up both his body and his brain. While he scraped his razor across his overnight stubble with quick strokes, he brewed coffee in the little pot provided in the room, swallowing the first cup as he yanked his clothes on. The range would accomplish two things for him—polish his rusty skills and maybe get rid of some of the energy sizzling through him thanks to Casey. A tempting puzzle but one he ...