Molly Summers startled — then bolted for the door, not even stopping for her shoes.

Adrian was in the entryway, one suitcase in hand, swapping his shoes. He had on a navy trench coat that made him look older, polished even through the road dust, the kind of handsome that just glowed. Molly crept toward him on silent feet, but he caught her anyway.

One arm shot out and reeled her in by the waist, trapping her against him. Then he noticed her bare feet. He lifted them onto ...