I heard Aiden’s voice in my head again. "Oh, Lindsey." I recognized that groan of pleasure from deep in his throat.What in the hell? And all of a sudden, it hit me: he must be dreaming. He’d never sent me messages in his sleep before. The idea made me smile. It also made me so hot, I felt like he’d lit a match on a trail of whisky over my bare skin. I squirmed in my seat, anxious to get home to my warm bed. And my even warmer husband.