My phone.

Someone’s got an emergency.He needed to wake up, but he couldn’t open his eyes. He was nestled too deeply into an odd sensation of complete relaxation. And he wanted to savor it more than he wanted to help whichever client had gotten himself into trouble.

But each ping brought him closer to consciousness.

Come on. Wake up.

Answer the phone.

When he did, he realized he had his arm slung around a woman’s soft body, his face burrowed in her hair. They shared a pillow.

What the fuck?It startled him fully awake.

I’msnuggling.

He’d know her scent and the shape of her body anywhere.

Hellcat.

He was practically on top of her, their legs entwined.

How did this happen?

Worse, his body wasn’t in sync with his mind, because it wouldn’t budge even when he commanded it to get the hell off her.

But then, he remembered. The hope he’d felt before falling asleep.

That maybe they could make it work.

And he wouldn’t have to walk away from the sex, the laughter, this sizzling connection he’d never had with anyone else.

One more ping had him gently extracting himself and reaching for his phone. He needed to find out if Marcus had fired him.

He scrolled through the messages.

Marcus: Update on Ginty.

Mom: Merry Christmas, sweetie! It’s not the same without you. I really wish you’d come with us.

George: Hey, where did you go?

George: You make a decision?

He didn’t feel like responding to anyone. He was still in the cocoon, and he didn’t want to crawl out yet. Reality would drag him back soon enough.

For now, he’d block out the world. Go back to his hellcat.

When she woke up, he’d talk to her. Suggest they continue to see each other. With the way they got along, he was pretty damn sure she’d agree.

Just as he set his phone back on the nightstand, two incoming messages flashed across her screen.

Beau: Hey, sweetheart. Thinking about you.

Beau: Come home for Christmas?

Reality hit like a punch to the stomach, knocking him right out of the cocoon.

She’s not finished with her ex. Not at all.