A Personal Request

“I know,” Kaelen replied. “Vance updated me.”

Of course he did. She should’ve known.

Her fingers fidgeted against the blanket. Her gaze dropped—but she could feel him watching her, seeing too much.

He stood at the foot of the bed now—close, but not quite within touching distance. His scent wrapped around her: whiskey, something sharp and clean beneath it. Expensive. Male. Dangerous..

“Mr. Drav