She checked her internal clock and realized she’d slept eleven hours. A wonderful aroma of meat cooking on an outdoor grill greeted her. Her stomach rumbled. Was Zane her kind of man, or what? She blinked against the fading light. But what was a vampire doing outdoors barbecuing at dusk? Maybe there was something she didn’t know about him after all. Huh. She turned on her back and saw that a tall stack of her clothes sat on small dresser outside the bathroom. It meant several things. First, that Zane had arranged to bring her clothes here, to what she knew to be a fairly remote mountain location. He’d also given someone permission to break into her house and rummage through her closet. But he’d been damn thoughtful in the process. She stretched as she rolled out of bed, feeling deliciously sore in well-used places. She hadn’t had this much sex, all in the space of twenty-four hours, in a very long time. As soon as she was showered and dressed, she walked out onto the deck and saw that the tree house complex included at least five small dwellings, each with ramps leading to the next.
