Saturday. Lake House. VA.
KONSTANTIN REMAINED PERFECTLY STILL. His internal alarm had woken him up first at five, at which point he'd realized that his highly sexual dreams hadn't been dreams at all.
Haley was in his bed.
She was still there, more than an hour later, and very much naked.
Part of him couldn't accept what had happened as reality.
How could he allow himself to slip up like that? Twice? And let it lead to this?
He wasn't the only architect of this design. Haley had been there. She'd been more than an equal participant. And yet the responsibility was on him.
Konstantin swallowed and stared up at the ceiling.
From the day they'd met, he'd known they had chemistry. It was impossible to not feel it, see it reflected back in her eyes. But they'd drawn their boundaries and stayed away from each other.
Until now.