Damien rode the elevator back to the top floor. On one hand he hoped Sierra had gone to bed, giving both of them a chance to cool off, think first before they did something impulsive. On the other hand, he wanted her awake, standing by the front door while holding out a glass of wine and a seductive come-hither expression on her face.

Shelby hadn’t been happy about being dumped, not even a little. The first ten minutes of their date had consisted of him telling her why it wasn’t ever going to work. The next hour had been torture listening to her rant about what a jerk he was....