Betrayal

Sometime later, Harper awoke, Wyck's heart thumping slowly under her ear. She lay there for several long moments, listening to the beat, lost in her memories of all the times she had woken up in this same position, feeling completely relaxed, sated, and loved.

Though she hated to move, her throat was as dry as a desert and she desperately wanted a drink. Slipping ever so carefully from Wyck's arms, she stood and searched for something to wrap around herself to counter the chill in the air. By the moonlight slanting through the large windows of the bedroom, she spied Wyck's shirt, and slipped it over her head. She pulled the fabric of the collar to her nose and sniffed enjoying the pure masculine scent of him that still lingered there.

Smiling to herself, she padded to the kitchen on legs that were still a bit shaky, and found a bottle of water in the fridge. Cracking it open, she glanced idly at the paperwork strewn across the table as she sipped.

Her eyes caught on the words "Ward