Night had settled in.

The white curtains by the floor-to-ceiling windows swayed in the breeze.

Adrian carried Molly Summers back. She kept her head down the whole way, nestled against the curve of his shoulder, soft and a little pouty about it.

He tilted his head, voice gentle. "Still embarrassed?"

She didn't answer. She just tightened her arms around him so he couldn't see her face.

A low laugh, and he let it go. He set her down on the sofa in the guest ...