In the courtyard, a cool night breeze swept in, clearing my head a little.

What just happened was an accident. I bolted out of Sean’s place like I was running from guilt, like I’d harbored some inappropriate thoughts about him—and it was practically written all over my face.

I don’t have fantasies about him.

I patted my still-warm cheeks, hung my head, and dragged myself home, annoyed with myself.

When I turned to shut the yard ...