“You look like the vamp who bled the cat.”

“Plan B?’ Ivy said. ‘What is plan B?’Jenks reddened. ‘Grab the fish and run like hell,’ he muttered, and I almost giggled.”

“How would you feel about sharing your bed?” she asked. Tristan blinked. “Excuse me?” “He’d love to!” Gary said. Tristan shot him a look, “Good,” said Ivy, failing to notice Gary’s wink. “Ella can be a pillow hog, but all you have to do is roll over her.”