The warmth under her skin wouldn't go away.
It had been there all evening....this restless, crawling heat that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. She'd pushed the blankets off. Pulled them back. Pushed them off again. Stared at the ceiling until the ceiling stopped being interesting, which had taken about thirty seconds.
She was still staring at it when the connecting door opened.
She sat up.
Sebastian came through first. Then Lucian. Then Nicholas, who closed the door behind him and stood there looking at her in the dark like he had all the time in the world.
She was in her sleep shirt. Nothing else. The fire had burned low and the moonlight was coming through the curtains and it was enough light to see all three of them....the way they were looking at her, that particular quality of attention — and the warmth under her skin flared so hard and fast her breath caught.
Lucian tilted his head. "You look warm."
"I'm fine."
