Alex’s phone woke him up. He had fallen asleep answering emails and he needed to stop doing that. He should turn off his phone at night, but he didn’t.

And now he’d been pulled out of a salacious dream. About Amelia.

He sighed and rolled over to grab the phone off his nightstand. He almost choked on his tongue when he saw who it was. She’d sent him a photo of her standing in his driveway wearing just a trench coat.

Tory would be the last person on this earth he ...