Then another,feeling like invisible ropes were drawing him toward the woman sleeping there. Whatever happened, he had to wake her, because he couldn’t stand not knowing where he stood with her. As he drew closer, he could tell that she had showered, too. He caught the scent of the same soap he had used—but on her it was different, with an underlying feminine quality that teased his senses. “Quinn.” He wasn’t even aware that her name had escaped his lips until her eyes snapped open. For a moment she looked confusedand panicked, and his chest contracted. Then she focused on him, and her expression changed. “Caleb?” “Yes.” “Are you all right?” “Yes.” Quickly, he crossed the last few feet of space between them, wondering if she was going to leap off the bed and back away from him. But she stayed where she was, and he felt as though he had won a major victory. He eased onto the side of the bed, his hands clenched at his sides. She was looking at him with those beautiful dark eyes of hers.
