As she sank against the door of the room she'd left so many hours ago now-it made her mind spin to remember-Cass closed her eyes. She was alone. Finally, unequivocally. Thank God.
Ruby turning up like that was the last straw in a haystack of final ones. Need Cass think about being asked to sit down and sip tea? Only seconds after she'd indulged in things that didn't go with tea. Things that made her blush to remember. Things that ...
"Good evening, Miss Armstrong."
Cass jerked her eyes open. God, in heaven above, was she seeing this? Devorlane Hawley sprawled upright in-it wasn't her bed, when it patently belonged to him. Not just in the bed either. Naked in the bed. For a second she stared, her first thought that she wasn't imagining this swiftly overtaken by the second: did he want more? At this time of the day too?
Well, he wasn't getting it.