Alana pushed through her front door, glad to be home. Her feet ached, and her head was brewing a whopper of a headache. Mostly because while at work, she'd been plagued with thoughts of Stefan and what happened last night.

After their little weird, sexually charged argument, she'd fallen asleep on him. Literally. And during conversation she should have been paying strict attention to. This morning she'd awoken in her own bed alone, the doors tightly locked and the dinner mess cleaned up. And no ...