Daniel's eyes snapped open, his head pounding like a bitch. "Shit," he muttered, trying to remember what the hell happened last night. A shadow moved closer—sensual, dangerous. Kyra. She straddled him, her breath hot against his ear. “Did you forget me?” she whispered, grinding teasingly. “I’m Kyra… Sara’s sister.” His pulse spiked.

Answer me," Kyra whispered, her breath hot against Daniel's ear as she sat astride his lap. Her fingers traced patterns on his chest possessively. "You can't tell me you forgot Sara's little sister, can you?"