Dawn broke.

Scarlett opened her eyes — and immediately felt the weight.

Something was pressing down on her. Heavy. Warm. She glanced down and found a man's arm draped across her body. Lean, defined, the kind of muscle that came from years of actual work, not just show.

Then she looked up.

Jeremy.

He was still asleep. Those sharp, commanding features of his had softened in the quiet of sleep, though his jaw remained set, ...