“Stella, this was kind of a rough day for me, and tonight, being with you...just, thanks.”
“Mmm.”
“You falling asleep on me?”
“Who are you again?” she asked, her voice heavy with sleep.
Beside her, Owen tensed. “Are you serious?” he asked.
“Just kidding,” Stella told him, her mouth wide with a smile. But she couldn’t keep her eyes from closing again.
His arm tightened around her shoulders while his cuffed hand gently squeezed hers. “Say my name,” he urged.
“Owen.” Then, like a patient inescapably lulled by the pull of anesthesia, she succumbed to sleep.
* * *
STELLA’S EYELIDS FLUTTERED open slowly. It was a rare day when she woke up without the help of an alarm. On one side, she was deliciously warm. But on the other, her backside was frozen against the hard, cold marble of a...bathtub?
She forced her eyes open. She wasn’t snuggled into a cozy blanket; her head was cradled on...on a warm male thigh.
And the man...whoever he was...his body clearly liked what it assumed would be happening next.
“Ahh!” Her voice was a cross between a yelp and a shriek. Stella scrambled away from the man, her hand slapping against his skin. She flew up and off the stranger at a record-setting pace, only for something to catch her wrist and force her back down. Hard.
Her eyes met his, then lowered. Was that a flame tattoo on his...
“Who the hell are you?” she asked, looking up. Way up.
His eyes narrowed, the brown in his hazel eyes growing dark. “Who am I? Who are you? And careful, you almost got me. You’ve got a mean left arm.”
Yeah, because her right arm was cuffed to his left. “Sorry, I was startled. I don’t wake up every morning with a man’s hardware staring me in the face.”
“This is new to me, too,” he mumbled. “This marble is cold. How about we get out of the tub?”
And maybe they could find him a robe or something, because...wow. When she wasn’t noticing his tattoo or his hardware, she realized this man packed a pretty serious punch. A solid chest with that perfect T of chest hair. Ripped and toned, the guy worked out. Religiously. Normally she didn’t go for the big-and-strong type. She preferred the science geeks, like her.
She wrapped her hand around the corner of the black-and-white marble tub, and together they stood. She sucked in a breath.
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