When next Keeley awoke, her head felt like an empty tankard and her mouth felt as though she’d dragged her tongue along the ground for a mile. She smacked her lips noisily and licked them, trying to infuse any sort of moisture into them.

　　She turned her head to the side and then groaned. Jesu, but moving hurt.

　　Her entire body was as limp as a well-used cleaning rag, and her skin was sticky from sweat. And she was naked. Not a stitch of clothing on, and the furs were in a bunch at her feet.

　　Embarrassment swept heat through her body once more. She was probably scarlet. Lord only...