Kate woke to sunlight slipping through the curtains. Warmth touched her skin, and she frowned before opening her eyes. The sun was high. It was most likely late.

Then, like a sudden slap, flashes of the night before rushed in. Grayson's body over hers. His rough voice saying her name. His eyes… Heat climbed her neck in a slow, traitorous wave.

She turned, expecting to find him beside her. The space was empty.

"Typical of him to vanish." She hissed the words, jaw tight.

She pushed the sheets aside, ready to get up, when the door opened.

Grayson walked in as if it were the most natural thing in the world, wearing jeans and a gray T-shirt that clung to his torso. He held a few paper bags in his hands. His smile hit her first, soft and disarming.

"Morning," he said in that voice that always scrambled her thoughts.

The butterflies in her stomach woke instantly. She pulled the sheets higher out of instinct. She swallowed hard. She felt strange… and complicated.

"I'm… going to