Donovan never truly surrendered to the depths of slumber. Instincts honed by years of war, by an eternity filled with

false identities and concealed danger, remained alert even when he slept. He sensed the moment Samantha slipped quietly from their bed. It was more than the soft shifting of the mattress beneath him as it surrendered her weight. it was

more than a sound. It was the loss of her warmth.

Without moving, he watched as she slipped into her robe veiling the beauty of her naked body. She lifted her hair,

freeing the heavy curls from the robe, her breasts swaying softly beneath blue satin. She walked toward one...