It was the weekend, a rare reprieve from work, and Madeline headed home after sleeping in as much as her body demanded.

As she pushed open the door, she hadn’t expected to find Sebastian sitting in the living room.

He was sprawled on the sofa, his head tipped back, exposing the strong line of his throat, the prominent Adam’s apple framed by the faint traces of veins beneath his skin. His eyes were shut, but at the sound of Madeline’s arrival, he cracked one ...