Unbearable heat stifled Carissa, and she kicked off the blankets. Then she rolled onto her side. Her face smooshed against a wall of hard, hot flesh, and she eased back just enough to draw in a breath. The lingering scent of men's cologne hung in the air around her.

She attempted to blink open her eyes, but her lids felt like they'd been tied shut with lead chains. Disoriented, groggy, and in that weird space between sleep and alertness, she stopped trying to fight to wake up. ...