Between the day she'd had, the alcohol she'd drank, the half-nap she'd had and the sex she'd just engaged in, all Annie wanted to do was wrap herself up in Clay and get lost in him for the rest of the night; maybe even the rest of the week.

In there, she knew that he needed to change, so she savored the hug he gave her then nodded and used the back of the couch as leverage to sit up again. "Your suit. Oh, God."