Something had woken him. He listened for a moment. Nothing. And then there it was again. Pounding. Too tired and groggy to care who was at the door at four in the morning--according to the alarm clock on the nightstand--he rolled over, covered his head with the feather pillow and closed his eyes....
“Fat chance of that happening,” she whispered with a sigh. After blow-drying her hair and styling it, she dressed in her new clothes, including the skimpy black underwear Reeve had chosen for her. It was obvious he hadn’t been concerned about her comfort when he picked out the darn things. Alread...