Chapter 138

Keegan’s eyes widened the second he saw her.

She stood in the dim light of the hallway, wearing a long satin night robe that clung delicately to her frame. Her hair tumbled over her shoulders in soft, tousled waves, like she had just rolled out of bed or hadn’t made it there yet. And her eyes—God, her eyes—were soft and pleading in a way that made something tighten in his chest.

“May I come in?” she asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

Keegan blinked, once, then again, like that might shake the vision out of his doorway.

“What? No...” he said instantly, stepping forward and blocking the entrance just enough to make a point. “Grace, don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” she asked, tilting her head ever so slightly, pretending innocence.

But he wasn’t fooled. She had to know. How could she not?

“Come here looking like...” He gestured vaguely toward her, exasperated, struggling for restraint. “That. In the middle of the night. Dressed like sin a