Suddenly, Ryker collapsed without warning, losing consciousness.

Deirdre clutched her collar, her heart racing. Thankfully, when Ryker awoke the next morning, he would only remember they had slept together.

Gently pushing Ryker's arm away, Deirdre slipped out of bed cautiously. Ryker's room was next door, so his luggage should be there. With this chance, she decided to search through his belongings.

With a plan, Deirdre opened the room door. The courtyard outside was calm. Barefoot, she entered Ryker's room quietly. Just as she stepped in, someone pressed her to the wall.

The movement caught her off guard. Shocked, she recognized a familiar scent. His face...

Deirdre's mind went blank. The man leaned in, his lips capturing hers forcefully. She snapped out, shoving Brendan away and slapping him hard.

"You j*rk!" Her anger brought tears. "You heartless j*rk!"

Did he know how agonizing these past four years had been?

Brendan let her vent, then he held her wrist and kissed the back