Molly Summers slept in that morning.

So did Adrian Hadley.

The night before, he'd carried her to his bedroom. This time there was no blanket-wrapped bundle — they'd slept in the same bed, and Molly had curled up warm against him and forgotten entirely to set an alarm. By the time either of them woke, it was nine in the morning.

She had a ten o'clock class. If they moved fast, she might just make it — but the panic curdled fast into irritation, and she directed ...