As she lay there curled on her side, she remembered falling asleep in Jack’s arms. And before that—the incredible session in the shower. Heat rushed through her body when she remembered their wild, uninhibited lovemaking. Not just wild and sexy. Caring. Because if there was one thing she’d discovered about Jack Connors, it was that he cared as much about his partner’s pleasure as his own. His absence now told her that he’d pulled back from her again. Or maybe he’d just awakened early and hadn’t wanted to disturb her. Yeah, right. She could hear him out in the living room, talking on the phone. She hadn’t heard it ring, so he must have been the one to make the call—or he’d turned off the bell in the bedroom. Checking, she found that wasn’t the case. So who could he have called? Nobody on the mainland, certainly, because she was sure that wasn’t permitted. The only person she could think of was Reynard. And that had her nerves jangling again. Sighing, she pressed her hand to her forehead.
