Samantha spun around to face him, her glorious dark red curls spilling around her shoulders. "What nonsense is this?"

Donovan slipped his hands under hers as he held them firmly. "It looks as though there is only one bed."

"You can't seriously expect to..." Samantha stared up at

him, realization dawning in her eyes. "Under no circumstances shall I share a bed with you."

"Suit yourself." He began flicking open the buttons lining the front of his blue suit. "But that couch doesn't look very comfortable."

She smiled, a smug little twist of her lips. "Since you have insisted on staying here, it would seem you are destined to sleep...