The morning after Owen had come home, Milly awoke, smiling, and then wincing as her lower body protested with soreness. Last night had been wonderful, explosive, and certain more feminine parts of her were feeling the effects of her and Owen’s bedplay. Despite the discomfort, she still grinned and let out a breathless giggle of pure happiness. She didn’t regret anything. Last evening had been wonderful. Owen was home and they would be working side by side again. It truly felt like her home now, too.
The last week or so she’d worked alongside the staff to make Wesden Heath hospitable again, and the pride from knowing she’d helped to make a difference made her almost bursting with joy.
The bedroom door opened and Owen came in, holding a breakfast tray.
“Morning, sweetheart. I took the lib
