Damon rolled over in bed and thanked the fates that he’d been smart enough not to schedule a breakfast meeting with Austin Cole. It was 10 A.M., which meant the Las Vegas Strip was just beginning to stir with tourists out seeing the sights before the temperatures became infernal—but inside his suite, heavy drapes blocked out the sun and let him and Brenna sleep in and recover from the night past. Once upon a time, he could stay out until four and function fine the next day. But at thirty-five, a guy needed some sleep.

He caught sight of Brenna in bed next to him—prettily naked. They had gone straight to bed after reaching the room, but not before she’d stripped off that sexy dress. He feared he was growing too accustomed to that—to bumping up against her bare body in the night, occasionally wrapping around her, soaking up her heat.

Damn, last night had been…beyond his wildest imaginings. At least where Brenna was concerned.

He’d been with two women at once before. But he’d never felt the things he had last night: pure awe and pure…affection. And when he’d awakened just now, curled loosely around her, he’d felt warmer and safer than he could understand.

Something in the emotion took him back in time…to Angie.

The two of them had had sex, of course—they’d lost their virginity together. And though they’d both lived at home, as they’d gotten older, they’d had occasional opportunities to spend the night together. And maybe…maybe he’d felt this way then—that warm comfort of waking up together.

But he’d always known he was cut out for something more than the life he was living in Brooklyn, so, even as much as he’d cared for Angie, with each passing day his aspirations had tainted their relationship with more doubt.

With Brenna, though, it felt almost as if he could have it all. The sweet, genuine girl who a guy could take home to Mom…and the wild sex kitten who was never afraid to experiment, never afraid to indulge in her pleasures.

Shit—why the hell was he thinking about taking her home of all things? He didn’t take women home. Ever. Not since Angie.

Because he didn’t get into relationships.

Because he didn’t want that kind of life.

And you best damn well remember it, Andros.

After all, he and Brenna only had two more nights together before they headed back to L.A. At which point he’d planned for this to be over. And that still made sense.

Didn’t it?