MAYA

“I heard your voice from down the hall. I knew you were awake.” Dominic’s mouth curved slightly.

I glanced toward the closed door, then back at him. He looked entirely at ease sitting on the bed, as if finding him beside me in an unfamiliar bedroom was perfectly normal.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Dominic leaned back, resting one hand against the mattress. “You're in my house.”

I blinked. “Your house?”

“Yes.”

I took in the room again. Of course. Apparently, mysterious park-rescue Dominic was also filthy rich.

“How did I get here?” I demanded. Then another possibility occurred to me. “Wait. Did you save me or...