Her brain was sluggish, having trouble coming online, and her limbs were leaden. Between her thighs a lingering dampness made her smile and snuggle closer to the powerful body that had cradled her all night. Except Luke wasn’t behind her. Her eyes sprang open. She turned over and sat up, taking in the indentation in the pillow next to hers. What time was it? Bright light seeped through the edge of the roman blinds on the windows. She glanced at the clock. Stared. That couldn’t be right. Did it say one seventeen? As in early afternoon? “Shit,” she muttered, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and grabbing for her robe at the foot of it. Something caught around her neck as she drew it on. Her fingers found a gold chain snagged on the robe. Stomach knotting, she looked down. Luke’s medallion hung from her neck. He must have put it on her before he left. As a goodbye. No. She refused to believe it. Scrambling from the bed with her heart in her throat, she rushed to the connecting bath.
