Huh? In Jonas’s peripheral vision, he could have sworn . . .
It flashed again.
Good God. Had he conjured her up? Hallucinated her?
Why didn’t he notice her before when lightning lit the
room? Did she know he’d crawled into bed with her?
He stared at the blackness, frozen in surprise, heart pounding.
Maybe she didn’t know he was here. Maybe she’d been
in the bathroom when he came upstairs? Crazy coincidence.
“Allie.” He called softly.
The storm renewed itself, rain that had been tapering off hammered
again, thunder rumbled louder.
Back asleep already? She couldn’t be. Sleepwalking,
“Allie?” He tried louder, worried he’d terrify
her. His heart had nearly stopped when he saw her, but at least
he knew she and Erik were on the property. She thought he was
still in Boston.
Maybe he should just sneak out. If she caught him, okay, at least
he’d be an intruder in her bedroom, not in her bed.
Small problem: He was naked. Should he get out of the bed
and risk fumbling for his clothes on the floor? Better just to go
downstairs and get more from his bag.
Other problem: she’d been able to get into bed with him,
and he’d registered her only peripherally, but he was
considerably larger. If he moved, she’d notice.
This was a bad situation. He’d just have to choose one of
the equally bad options.
As carefully as he could, Jonas lifted the covers . . .
Allie’s eyes shot open in the dark. What the hell was
that? The mattress had moved. She swore it had.
It moved again.
She was going to kill him.
No, torture him, then kill him.
Of all the sleazy . . . .
She tore out her earplugs, unaware the storm had gotten quite so
bad. Why hadn’t she brought a flashlight?
Lightning provided what she needed: a view of Erik, in bed next
to her! The jerk!
She didn’t think twice, turned and shoved him with her feet as
hard as he could. He shot off the bed and landed with a thud on
Served him right. “What the hell do you think you’re
trying to pull?”
“For God’s sake, Erik,” she shouted.
Honestly. The only thing stupider than a horny guy was . . . an
“I’m not Erik,” he bellowed. A flash of
lightning showed that he’d stood up. He was not wearing
And he was not Erik.