Her head felt as though it might well explode.‘That wine should carry a warning.’ The not unsympathetic response to her visible discomfort came from a point not too far from her left ear.If her head hadn’t felt so fragile she’d have nodded in rueful agreement. ‘If I go so far as to look at that stuff again…’ With a disorientated gasp she opened her heavy eyelids with a snap—actually, in her head it sounded like a loud, painful clang.Dark eyes smiled solicitously back at her. Her disorientation deepened and the clanging got infinitely worse.‘You’re in my bed.’Tess tried to sound as though finding an extraordinarily attractive man in her bed was an everyday occurrence. She failed miserably to achieve the right degree of insouciance.Her manic thoughts continued to race around in unhelpful circles without delivering a single clue to explain away this bizarre situation.‘On your bed,’ Rafe corrected pedantically as he curved an arm comfortably under his neck and rolled onto one side.Did that make a difference?
