The house was quiet, the only sound the distant, lonely cry of a coyote out on the Ridge, but sleep was a mile away for Sadie. She shifted again, the heavy cotton sheets dragging against her skin in a way that felt like fire against a raw nerve. She was restless, her body humming with a low-frequency vibration that started in her core and radiated out to her fingertips. Every time she moved, the scent of Caleb—vanilla, pine, and pure, heated male—washed over her, making the ache between her thighs pulse. Caleb was silent beside her, but she knew he wasn't asleep. He was a predator; he knew the rhythm of her heart better than she did. Finally, he shifted, his massive frame radiating a heat that felt like a furnace in the dark room. “You’re doing a lot of tossing and turning, Sadie,” he murmured, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that made her stomach flip. “Is there a particular... need... you’d like to discuss?” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it—a hunger that ma
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