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Her eyes flew open. As her vision adjusted, a lean, attractive face, the jaw rough with morning stubble, came into focus.

He was lying beside her, propped on one elbow, a sheet pulled up to his middle. His muscular shoulders and tanned chest were bare.

So, undoubtedly, was the rest of him.

Bel sat up with a jerk. She, too, was naked.

His appreciative gaze strayed over her and lingered on her mouth. “You’re even lovely first thing in the morning with a hangover.”

She pushed back the sheet and attempted to get out of the bed. The sudden movement sent her head spinning.

It wouldn’t have been quite so bad if the man beside her had been the man she was going to marry, but for it to be Andrew Storm…!