There had to be a hundred rooms in this place. It was silly and desperate, but the only time the fear didn’t rip through her was when he held her. She needed that tonight. Maybe more. She had slipped into a thin T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts she liked to sleep in. She tapped on the door. “Come in,” he called. The door squeaked open. Striker sat on the edge of the bed. His pajama pants fastened low on his hips. No shirt. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Holy hell. Presley felt the heat from the fireplace. “You built a fire?” “I didn’t want you to be cold. It looks like we’ve lost power.” He flipped the light switch as if to prove there was no electricity. If he was trying to quietly seduce her, he was doing it. She felt her heart melt into a puddle. “Thanks.” She walked to the bed.
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