The night after the gala felt like a blur of smoke and memory. The scent of champagne still clung to Justina’s skin, mingled with the faint trace of Carson’s cologne, dark, magnetic, and impossible to forget.

They hadn’t planned to end up in each other’s arms again.

But every time she tried to walk away, he found her heartbeat like it belonged to him.

Now, as dawn spilled pale light across the city, she lay tangled in his sheets bare, breathless, and unsure if she’d made a mistake or ...