g room. Amy jerked awake. She was lying on the sofa, still w

e table. It was 2:00 AM. The caller ID

to answer

vate club downtown. He is heavily intoxicated. Mr. Myers is asking for you by name. He's refusing

"I am not his babysit

sed. Through the phone, Amy heard a low, pa

rself for the immediate physical reaction s

ove through the heavy, freezing rain of late aut

e heavy oak doors of the VIP room. The smell hit her instantly. Stale alcohol

was gone. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone. His jaw

ried to pull him up. His massive weight shifted,

over. "Let me

They shoved him into the spacious backseat of the waiting Maybach. A

e car became a small, sealed box. The only light came from the dim

nded heavily on Amy's shoulder. The heat radiating

inward, his large frame shrinking as a wave of nausea

er fingers against his temples. She rubbed the tight mu

forehead began to smooth out. Suddenly, his hand s

palm against his mouth. His lips were hot against her sk

It had been so long since he touched her with anything res

im light of the car, his dark eyes looke

d against her cheekbone. He traced the line of h

s voice was rough and g

finally came

the chest. The blood in her veins turned

reinforced glass of the car window. A loud thud echoed in the space. Pain shot

s of contact. He reached out again, his la

ands against his shoulders. She pushed

the leather headrest with a heavy thud. He l

Amy sat rigid, staring straight ahead. When the doors opened, she told t

pped Brigham onto the center of the

still restless, his hands tearing a

a hand towel and wrung it out. She walked back to the bed and stood over him.

hand shot out and grabbed he

attress. Before she could push up, his h

neck. He pressed wet, sloppy kisses against

led against her co

was a physical weight crushing her lungs. S

nd. Her fingers brushed against the heavy

shut. She swung her arm up and brought the heavy