Steam filled the bathroom.

Adrian Hadley showered behind the frosted glass while Molly sat alone in the tub, a bar of handmade soap in her hand, absently rubbing it against her skin, her mind a thousand miles away.

They hadn't technically gone all the way.

But it had been close.

After everything that happened in the study, Adrian had taken her to the bed in the master suite. He'd been nothing like his usual composed self — intense, almost rough — and Molly ...