Evelyn's breath hitched in her throat as Julian leaned in close, his dark eyes fixed entirely on her face. The heat radiating off his broad chest felt like a warm blanket in the cool night air of the quiet mountain cottage.

For a second, the whole world outside vanished. There were no dirty corporate secrets, no missing journal pages, and no scary men with silver knives. There was only Julian, sitting inches away on the edge of the large bed, looking at her as if she were the only person in the universe.

Evelyn swallowed hard, forcing her hands to stay steady as she wrapped a strip of clean white...