He couldn't sleep.

At midnight he tossed the covers off and punched his pillow. At twelve-thirty, he stared at the sliver of light coming through his bedroom window and counted backward from fifty. At one o'clock, he swore and sat on the edge of the bed.

He wasn't going to open the damn package.

Bella had left it on the front seat of his car when he'd dropped her off at her cabin. She'd looked so pleased with herself when she'd hopped out of the truck and waved goodbye.

The woman was enough to drive any man crazy just like she was Five years ago.

He thought about her lying...