I buttoned up the oversized shirt myself, taking a quiet breath of relief when I realized Sullivan hadn't knocked. For once, he had actually given me space, sparing me the sheer embarrassment of having him walk in while I was still half-naked.

I smoothed down the fabric and pushed his image out of my mind. The man was driving me completely insane. What was I supposed to do with him?

I slipped on a pair of leather flip-flops—hardly appropriate for meeting Adam's soon-to-be wife, but fine for now. I needed to look my absolute best when we finally faced Angelina Bianchu.

If she ever figured out that I once had...