Megan Delaney thought she'd sleep easier with Sergeant Royce Wolfe right in the next room, all six feet four inches of him sprawled on her sofa. But after what she'd been through, a good night's sleep would a long time in coming. At first, Royce was just doing his job, checking up on Megan, making sure she was safe. And now, he deserved a punch in the stomach for what he was thinking about the woman. He wanted her, wanted her bad. But a big bad Wolfe was the last thing Megan needed.