"Where are my clothes?" He grinned unexpectedly, a perfect male smirk. "I got carried away and ripped your jeans. Just stay with me tonight, and I will get you new clothes tomorrow." "It's nearly morning now," she pointed out, unwilling to lie down with him again. She couldn't lie beside him and not burn for him. "Besides, I want a shower." Before Mikhail had a chance to protest, Raven slid off the bed, wrapped safely in the old-fashioned quilt, clearly thinking herself safe from him now that she'd put a little distance between them. Mikhail kept his smile to himself. Let her feel safe--it cost him nothing. No way was she leaving his house, not with the assassins residing at her inn." --