Jillian searched the closet for a spare set of sheets, her thoughts still with Alex in the other room. He was a stranger. A sexy stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. It was a bit unnerving—she didn’t go for one-night stands, so she wasn’t used to having a man she’d just met in her apartment. And she certainly hadn’t ever made up a bed for an erstwhile kidnapper. There was just something about him, she mused, shoving a pile of sweaters to the side. Even though he was in a fix, he was still determined to make things right. Faced with such dire circumstances, most people would just give up. But in the short time she’d been around him, Jillian had seen that Alex had a core of steel. He would fight until the end, and she wanted to make sure he was prepared for it, at least physically. A few hours of sleep would be a good start. She just hoped she’d be able to sleep as well. Seeing Alex wearing Jason’s clothes had thrown her. After her initial arousal, she’d seen past his body to the shirt and pants.
