The last day began in silence.

Elena woke to the weight of Grant’s arm across her waist and the dull, familiar ache between her legs. Sunlight cut through the curtains in thin gold lines. For a few seconds she lay still, listening to his steady breathing, feeling the heat of his body along her back. Then the knowledge of the evening returned — Ryan’s flight, the car in the driveway, the moment everything would have to look normal again.

Grant stirred behind her. His hand slid up and cupped her bare breast, thumb brushing lazily over the nipple until it tightened.

“He’s coming home tonight,” he said against her hair....