He kissed her and she kept her lips shut tight. She hadn’t brushed her teeth since the morning before.

Pulling back, he grinned. “You’re beautiful—messy hair and morning breath and all.”

She smiled, knowing exactly how he felt. His messy hair and sleepy-looking expression was actually the sexiest look of all. She wanted to rip his clothes off and push him back onto the cot. Go another three rounds by lunch.

But then a knock on the door had her retreating from his arms and pulling on the ski coat. “How do we explain this?” she whispered as she ran a hand through her tangled hair. Windblown from skiing, then tangled even more against the bedsheets all night, she may never get a brush through it again.

She didn’t care. It was all so worth it.

Reed shrugged as he went to open the door. “Pretty sure no one will believe any story we can come up with anyway...”

She held her breath as the door opened and a young guy walked in. “Did I wake you?” he asked Reed, then noticing her, he grinned. “Ah... Hello. Erika, right?”

How the hell did he know?

“Tyler mentioned you,” the guy said, tucking his long, wavy hair behind an ear and extending a hand to her. “I’m Harrison.”

She shook his hand quickly, ignoring Reed’s annoyed expression at the mention of Tyler. She hoped she wasn’t interfering with the two men’s working friendship. It should be clear to him now, after the night before, that he was the one she wanted. “Hi...nice to meet you.”

She grabbed her boots and slid them on the wrong feet for an uncomfortable walk of shame back to Cassie’s. “Well, see you...” she said to Reed.

“I’ll walk you out,” he said, and she was relieved that the other guy had gone straight to the leftover pizza and didn’t give them a second glance as they headed outside.

She turned to face Reed, the bright light of day highlighting everything the night before had concealed. They’d actually had sex. Three times. Together. Her and Reed. Undeterminable emotions ran through her. Lust mixed with a slight embarrassed feeling. How was he feeling that morning? Was this it? Or did he want to spend more time with her? Have more mind-blowing sex? She’d be okay with that. “Thank you again for yesterday. It was...”

“Unexpected,” he finished.