Page 93 of Sin City Lights

Forget the proverbial rock; the man slept like a boulder.

She rolled her hips.

That did it.

He started, inhaling sharply. For a second, he went still. His head came off the pillow, then fell back when he saw her.

He smiled. “Well, hello, there.”

Oh, my. Morning Adam’s voice definitely made her ears happy.“Good morning.”

He turned, and the look he gave her made her insides warm.“Indeed, it is. You’re in my bed.”

She made a move.“I’ll be right back.”

“Mm. Promise?”

She gave a little laugh and pushed at his forearm, and, thankfully, he understood and let her go.

She felt his gaze following her as she headed, naked, to the bathroom, smiling as she spotted their clothes, no longer strewn across the floor but laid atop the ottoman. The shoes were by the bed, arranged in matched pairs. He’d done this while she slept, most likely on a bathroom break. Adam was a neat freak, or, at the very least, not a slob.

Right then, she vowed to find his flaw. Everyone had one. Right?

She washed her hands and, catching her reflection in the mirror, was shocked that she couldn’t recognize herself. The woman who looked back at her positively glowed. Her hair was a mess but in a tousled, loved-all-night way, and her cheeks were flushed, she supposed, from being held against Adam’s tall furnace of a frame. But it was her eyesthat were so different. Never in her life had she seen that bright expression looking back at her.

Grabbing a large towel, she wrapped it around herself sarong style, then headed back out.

She found him where she’d left him but different. He’d combed his hair, which made her want to muss it right up again, and as she approached, she smelled the distinctive scent of mint.

Jeez, this man. At least he hadn’t shaved.

“You brushed your teeth,” she said, almost accusingly.

He gave her a fake horrified look.“You’re into morning breath?”

She laughed.“It isn’t fair. I have nothing here.”

He tipped his blond head, and she decided morning stubble really suited him.“You have me.”

“How did you brush your teeth?”

“Guest bathroom.”

She grinned, shaking her head.“I need a toothbrush.”

“Check the closet.”

Her brow furrowed.

He motioned with his chin.“Open it.”

She did.

On the floor in the corner was the white Rimowa she’d had in the Caymans.

She swung a questioning look at him.“What is this?”

“I saved it for trips on a whim.”

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