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has-been sports stars whose money was all gone in a matter of
years because he had a little too much yardage between the goalposts to keep
track of it himself. And he trusted too easily.
    ‘Follow me,’ she said huffily as she headed down the long grand
hallway.
    Tuck’s gaze ran over the contours of her back and settled on
how her dress swung and fluttered with each movement. ‘Your wish is my command,’
he murmured under his breath.
    Tuck deliberately took his time, stopping to examine old
paintings hanging on the stonework, suits of armour and the antique vases that
dotted the magnificent corridor. He kept up a running commentary for Cassie’s
sake, purely because it seemed to annoy her.
    ‘ Will you hurry up?’ she said
impatiently, looking over her shoulder for the tenth time as he stopped to read
the name of the artist of a particularly austere portrait. ‘I have a paper to
get to.’
    Tuck looked up. ‘You brought work?’ He shook his head at her
and tsked as he meandered closer. ‘All work and no play makes Cassiopeia a dull
girl.’
    Cassie glared at him as they got underway again. ‘Not that I
expect you to understand this, but there is nothing dull about auroras on
Jupiter.’
    ‘Auroras?’
    ‘Yes—you know, like the Aurora Borealis?’ His blank look didn’t
seem promising. ‘The Northern Lights?’ she clarified.
    Tuck had witnessed the Aurora Borealis in Scandinavia on two
separate occasions, but he wasn’t about to disappoint Cassie’s assumptions.
‘Isn’t she some mermaid?’
    Cassie sighed. There really was no
grain in his silo. He was an empty vessel. ‘No. It’s a real thing. It’s why I’m here. I’m completing my PhD studies at
Cornell so next year I can go on a research trip to Antarctica. And Aurora was
Sleeping Beauty. Ariel was the Little Mermaid.’
    Tuck shrugged. ‘Well, it sounds like a mermaid if you ask me.’
And then he shot her his best goofy grin for good measure.
    Thankfully her room approached, and Cassie all but leapt at the
ornate doorknob. ‘This is me,’ she said. ‘What did you say your room number was
again?’
    She’d barely been able to concentrate on anything he’d said.
When he wasn’t wandering off like a distracted child or lagging behind to look
at things he was right there beside her, weaving his heady scent all around
her.
    Like he was now.
    Tuck smiled. ‘Three hundred and twenty three,’ he said, and
watched the fact that he would be sleeping directly opposite her dawn slowly on
her face. ‘Howdy, neighbour.’
    ‘Oh.’ Cassie looked at the door opposite. Too close for
comfort. Her highly developed sense of fight or flight kicked in as another dose
of his masculinity wafted over her.
    ‘Right, then,’ she said, fishing in Gina’s glittery clutch
purse for her room key and locating it with shaking hands.
    The adrenaline. It had to be the adrenaline.
    ‘Goodnight,’ she said, barely looking at him as she turned away
and reached for the door handle, hastily swiping the plastic card through the
electronic strip.
    The light turned red and she swiped it again, her hands even
shakier. Another red light elicited a frustrated little growl from the back of
her throat. She needed to get inside her room. Inside was work and logic and
focus and sanity.
    Out here with Tuck’s quiet presence behind her was insanity. And damnation.
    She could feel it pulling at her body with sticky tentacles,
drugging her with its perfume, wrapping her up in its heady thrall.
    She swiped one more time. Red light.
    ‘Allow me.’
    Cassie’s fingers stilled as Tuck’s hand slid over them. His
body moved in behind hers and she was instantly cocooned in his intoxicating
aroma. She shut her eyes as her nipples responded to the blatant cue. She could
feel his breath in her hair, the warm press of his chest against her back, the
power of his thighs behind hers.
    She leant her forehead against the door, desperately reaching
for logic. ‘I spend all day probing the