The moment the taxi drew up to his house, he paid hurriedly and got out. He rushed in, and raced up the stairs to her apartment. He opened her door, and found her sleeping safely – contrary to his fears. He approached her bed carefully. On the bedside table was a note, a pill and a glass of water. The note read: Take the medicine when you wake up. Hangovers are bad for your health – Yoon Hyun-min. Winter frowned at the note. Yoon Hyun-min? Was that Kevin’s Korean name? While he was focused on the note, Yira moaned in her sleep, arresting his attention. Her face was glowing, even in the dark. Her eyelashes fluttered as she dreamed and her pink lips were parted. His gaze crawled down her small jaw, slender neckline to her collarbones. He swallowed drily. He had spent many nights in the past twenty years (Zuben: From the age of nine? Drink!) drinking with Yira, but he had never felt so strange as he did tonight. Yira turned in her sleep, and pushed away the blanket revealing her lus...