Morticia got home an hour later. She hadn't spent much time with Nolan, and their conversation over dinner had been strictly about work and she felt guilty about it.

It didn't feel like a date at all. Klaus was still on her mind, no matter how hard she tried to ignore the feelings stirring inside her.

The sound of warm, running water echoed in the bathroom as Morticia stood naked under the shower, letting the stream cascade over her skin, easing her tense muscles. She ran her fingers through her hair, tilting her face up with her eyes closed.

A memory struck her-Klaus pinning her against the wall, his lips...