Donovan held Sloane tightly against his chest, trying to keep her from making too much noise as she wriggled and twisted in his arms.

"Sloane," he rumbled in a low voice, "it's just me."

She stopped struggling, and he released her mouth, then her arms. She twisted around, looking up at him in surprise.

"Way to give a girl a heart attack," she whispered back.

"I didn't want you to scream and draw attention to us."

"Have you ever ...