Monday. Jabir al Saud's Home. Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.
KILLAM'S EYES OPENED AND his body tensed.
He wasn't sure why he'd woken up.
The room was quiet with the soft drone of the air conditioning unit drowning out any ambient noise from other rooms or floors.
Ivy's even breathing indicated she was still asleep.
His monitor would have beeped if someone had entered the room.
Was it something in the hall? Or outside the house?
Carefully, Killam extracted himself from the sheets. His legs were tangled up from restless moving about thanks to his dreams featuring a particular blonde.
Something thumped against the wall a few feet from the bed, followed by a loud guffaw.
The hall, then.
He glanced at the clock.
Barely midnight.
It was too early for most guests to be headed to bed, unless they had other activities in mind.
He turned to look at Ivy's back. His shirt was far too large on her. He had this odd urge to hook his finger in the neckline and pull it down to kiss her spine.