"I'm sorry, miss, but we're booked up for the night." The gray-haired woman behind the desk adjusted the lavender acrylic glasses perched on the end of her nose. "But there's a settee in your room. Perhaps he can sleep there." The elderly woman's eyes traveled up Donovan's body, and she gave an appreciative nod before adding, "I can bring you some extra blankets and pillows."

Sloane frowned. The last thing she wanted was to spend the night in the same room with Donovan - she ...