Tessa blinked her eyes open as Mike came into the room with an armload of shopping bags. A moment passed before she remembered that they were in Nome’s Lost Nugget, a quaint bed and breakfast on the edge of the small Arctic town that its inhabitants insisted on calling a city. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.” She sat up and ran her fingers through her hair, blinked the sleep from her eyes. The short nap did little to remedy her exhaustion. All it did was make it clear she needed more sleep, lots more. The aroma of food wafted through the door—probably lunch being prepared downstairs. Her stomach growled. Mike dumped his loot next to her, looking at her with those swirling cinnamon eyes that were now filled with heat as they slid from her face to her bare shoulder. Then he shuttered his expression and stepped back. “Did you make it into the shower before you passed out?” She pulled her shirt back into place and shook her head. She’d sat down to undress. That was the last thing she remembered.
