She acknowledged a pang of guilt creeping in; perhaps Chandler had a point she didn't want to admit. She had overreacted, letting her emotions steer the conversation into a storm, and now regret settled in like an unwelcome visitor.

As she dried herself off and slipped into the nightwear, she acknowledged the meticulous care he had taken to ensure her comfort—a thoughtful touch that softened the edges of her frustration. But concern for him gnawed at her insides. It was well past the hour of ...