The hot steam still lingered in the air when Eloise wrapped the towel around her body and walked back into the bedroom. Her bare feet against the cold floor sent a small shiver through her. Not from the chill, but from reality pressing against her skin again.

As she approached the bed, she stopped.

Resting on the perfectly smoothed sheets was a white shirt. Masculine. Fine cotton, neatly folded with quiet care.

It was August's.

She touched it gently, almost hesitantly. When she lifted it