Sophia pushed a strand of hair from Vic’s eyes and tucked it behind her ear before trailing it slowly down her jawline. “If you’re looking for an opportunity to make up for lost time, I’m free until at least dawn.”

She laughed at the extravagant idea of spending all night trying to exhaust this woman from her system. The challenge lit every nerve ending of her body. “We’d better get to it then. Dawn comes early around here.”

Then she kissed Sophia again, this time with both entitlement and understanding. The hours left in the night wouldn’t be enough, but that wouldn’t prevent her from trying to make the most of them.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

“What the hell happened to you?” Talia asked as Sophia climbed slowly out of the van into what appeared to be some sort of forest preserve.

“That’s a great question.” One she’d been trying to answer ever since it started. The only conclusion she’d come to was that she’d lit a fuse on what she’d thought to be a firecracker, only to find out too late that it was actually dynamite.

Not that she was complaining. Not exactly.

But the explosion, or rather explosions, as there had been way more than one of them last night, left her more than a little unsteady, and she’d had virtually no time to reflect. Vic hadn’t been wrong about the early Northlandian dawn, or her ability to adequately fill the hours in between. Sophia finally found the strength and wherewithal to crawl from the lush, four-poster bed shortly after five in the morning, and yet her walk of shame had been fully lit for all the security staff to see.

Not that she felt any shame. She felt plenty of things, but shame was not on her docket, ever, and especially for a night like that with a woman like Vic. For her ladyship’s part, she’d lived up to the chivalry of her nature by offering breakfast followed by a car to the set. What Sophia really needed, though, was sleep followed by caffeine, and she’d found both in short supply. From Talia’s shocked stare, their absence must’ve been blatantly obvious.

“Do you have coffee?”

Talia nodded. “They apparently don’t use creamer in this country, though, so how would you like to take it?”

“Preferably in an IV. But I’d drink it black as my soul if need be.”

Talia snorted. “Okay, I’ll go drum some up for you, but when I get back, I’m going to hear this story.”

“As soon as we have time.”

“We have time.” Talia rolled her eyes. “In a shock to no one, Tommy’s shoot is running behind.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Coffee first, then murder.”