The universe has locked me away from my husband and tossed the key into the Bermuda Triangle. The one free night Christopher has falls on an evening when we snagged a last-minute, high-profile wedding cake. Why can’t celebrities plan like normal people instead of suddenly getting married when Cindy has been called out of town and the rest of my staff is MIA?

I’m stacking a set of tier pans into their home base when everything goes dark via a pair of hands covering my eyes. My thoughts flash to a surprise visit from Christopher. However, an exhilarating scent sells out the true culprit. Tossing my head back, I snuggle into Donovan’s chest. “What are you doing here?” My question sounds like a moan of want.