Lily woke with a jolt.

The sheets were tangled around her legs, her skin slightly damp with sweat, her breathing shallow. Her eyes darted across the room, trying to make sense of her surroundings.

Her bed.

Her bedroom.

The familiar cream-colored curtains filtered in morning light. Everything looked normal and peaceful even though her mind was anything but.

She sat up slowly, heart pounding, lips dry.

Was it a dream?

Last night… the bar… the drinks… the hotel room…

Richie.

The name made her chest tighten.

She reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen was cracked at the corner a reminder of her clumsiness when she stumbled into...