Morning sunlight streamed softly through the cream-colored curtains, painting the room in a golden glow. Isabella stirred under the heavy duvet, her body feeling unusually warm and her head slightly heavy. The scent that surrounded her clean soap, faint cologne, and something deeply familiar made her eyes snap open.

Her gaze darted around the spacious room, confusion clouding her mind. The dark wooden walls, the neatly folded suit on the chair, the framed family photo on the dresser none of it belonged to her. Then realization struck her chest like a wave.

This was Colton Denovan’s room.

Her heart thudded fast as she sat up abruptly, clutching the blanket to...