Brogan woke from the dream with a soft hiss. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep. He looked at the window and realized it was almost dawn. The snow was still falling, but it was a continuous gentle fall that looked more like someone was sprinkling powdered sugar from the sky.
“I love it when the snow falls like this,” Delilah murmured.
Brogan slowly turned his head. He was afraid that he was still locked in the dream and had only imagined Delilah’s voice. His expression softened when he saw her lying on her side looking at him.
“Good morning,” she said, her lips curving in a shy smile.
Brogan’s throat worked up and down but no sound came out. Rolling onto his side, he reached out a trembling hand and ran his fingers down her cheek. She turned her head to press a warm kiss to the center of h
