She hadn't expected the hotel bed to be so comfortable. Katie curled up under the comforter and listened to the sounds of Kaiden in the bathroom.

Kaiden looked like he wanted to die of embarrassment when she caught him stripping. She didn't believe his story about shorts for a second.

If he had tried to seduce her in the shower she wouldn't have put up much of a fight. She remembered his last night in the hospital way too clearly. The memory had permeated her dreams over and over again causing her a considerable amount of guilt during her relationship with Nathan.

She suspected Kaiden to be twice the man of Nathan, if not more. Not that she would ever have the chance to find out.

It's for the best, Katie. Nothing could really happen with Kaiden. If it could have, it already would have. He was the one who left and never tried to contact you.

Of course, they lived five hours apart at the time. Maybe long distance wasn't his thing.

You aren't long distance now.

No, they weren't. And she and Nathan were done. But she was still annoyed with Kaiden for treating her like a defenseless child. The little spat between Kaiden and Officer Ramsey had really gotten under her skin.

Let it go already. He's a good guy and he was defending you.

The water turned on in the bathroom. Her aggravation slipped away as her mind began to picture the bathroom quickly filling with steam. She tried to ignore the images her brain conjured up of Kaiden under the hot spray. Her body tingled all over, the desire to rip her own clothes back off overwhelming.

You hardly know the man.

Her body didn't seem to care what her brain said at the moment. Her very cells screamed out for his touch.

She stayed there in the bed, a battle waging between the logical part of her brain and the rest of her.

Frustration growing, Katie threw the covers back and jumped from the bed. She had her hands at the hem of her tee shirt when the bathroom door opened and Kaiden entered the room wearing only a towel slung low across his hips. Katie froze, her shirt halfway up her abdomen.

"What are you doing?" Kaiden grinned as he asked her the same question she had posed to him earlier. The sparkle in his eyes told her he knew exactly what she had been about to do.

"Umm—changing my shirt. This one was bothering me."

"Right."

"Why are you only wearing a towel?" Despite her best efforts to resist, her eyes travelled over the hard planes of his chest. Kaiden caught her glance and held it, his own as hot and steamy as the fog leaving the bathroom behind him.

"Well, I don't usually wear clothes when I take a shower. Do you?"

"Of course not." Katie realized she was still holding her tee shirt up as she caught Kaiden eyeing the bared skin. She let the fabric drop and threw her hands on her hips instead.

"I forgot to take my shorts in the bathroom with me. You can turn away if my towel offends you." He teased her with a wink.

"I've seen men in a lot less."

"Don't I know that." Kaiden dropped his voice to low, husky tones as he dug through his bag and came up with another pair of black boxer briefs.

Why did I say that?

"I am a nurse you know!"

So much for back-pedaling. When did you become such an idiot, Katie McCoy?

"Yes, I know." There he went with that sexy grin again, toying with her. Her blood boiled hot in her veins as she resisted the urge to grab that towel of his.

Kaiden disappeared back into the bathroom, chuckling. Katie scrambled into the bed and pulled the covers up over her head willing herself to fall asleep quickly or die.

Sleep refused to come, as did death. Her nerves hummed with unsatisfied desire and she couldn't calm them. She was supposed to be pissed at Nathan for ruining her life. Instead she wanted to call him up and thank him. Nathan's stupidity had brought Kaiden back into her life. Despite the odd circumstances, it felt like a second chance.

A second chance at what? Love?

Could she be in love with Kaiden? Had she been in love with him since that first night he appeared on her chart at the hospital? Did she even believe in love anymore?

Love was a pretty strong word and it didn't seem to match the feeling in her tense muscles and rapidly firing nerves. Every time she closed her eyes she saw Kaiden in that little white towel. Only, in her mind that towel fell right to the floor.

The bathroom door opened again and Kaiden stepped out. The towel had been replaced with athletic shorts. If only those shorts would go away.

Katie held perfectly still, hoping Kaiden would believe she had fallen asleep. There were sounds of him rummaging through his bag and then the covers of the other bed being pushed back. She heard the click of the lights. After waiting a full minute, Katie slowly opened her eyes expecting to see Kaiden in the next bed. Instead she opened them to tanned, muscular thighs standing beside her. Her heart skipped a beat, and then a second. Following the legs up, her eyes lingered briefly at his hips before traveling over the bare chest and meeting blue eyes that seemed to have darkened to match the twilight of the room.

"I just wanted to make sure you have everything you need before I crash for a bit."

NO! I do NOT have everything I need! I need that body in this bed right now!

"I'm fine. Thank you," she replied, her mouth suddenly dry.

"Are you sure?"

Was he offering himself to her? Not likely. Kaiden was a gentleman and nothing short of her throwing herself at him on an egg covered kitchen floor would make him take advantage of their situation.

She groaned internally. "I'm sure."

"All right then." Did she imagine it or did he sound disappointed? "Let's grab a few hours shut eye and then I'll take you over to the hospital so you can report the missing ID." He turned and climbed into the adjacent bed. "Sleep well."

"You too." Her voice wavered a little and she almost changed her mind a hundred times in the next five minutes. Kaiden was so close and so nearly naked. She knew plenty of women who slept with men whose names they didn't even know. At least Kaiden wasn't some guy she picked up in a bar.

You have some serious issues, girl. Someone trashed your house, the feds think you are involved in a domestic terrorism scheme, and Kaiden is supposed to be keeping an eye on you while his case plays out and all you can think about is sex?

Not just sex. Sex with an incredibly hot man that made her blood boil just by looking at her.

She turned in her bed as she listened to the sound of his breathing in the dimness of the hotel room. A street lamp outside their window offered enough light around the edges of the window coverings that she could see the rise and fall of his chest. He had fallen asleep. Something she seriously needed to do as well.