I stood there under the drumming water, the weight of the last twenty-four hours finally crashing down on me. My body was an engine that had been redlining for too long. Since landing in LA, I'd claimed Sasha in the suite, mastered Cami in her office, taken Sasha again in the backseat of the car, and finished the night by dismantling Monet's entire world.
I was physically and mentally spent. No matter how much I wanted Sasha, my body was a temple that had run out of offerings.
I saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes—that sharp, feminine intuition that can smell a secret through a brick wall. I reached out, my hands slick with water as I cupped her face, trying to ground her in the moment.
