The sun streamed through the lacy curtains as Afton awoke and rubbed her eyes, unaccustomed to such brightness. Her old drapes had blocked out the light; these new curtains allowed the world to penetrate her inner sanctum and brighten what had previously been dark and covert. Mac slept next to her, his long, even breathing warming her shoulder. The bed, of course, felt wonderful, and the luxurious mattress beneath them contoured precisely to their bodies. Last night, it complimented their every move as she and Mac "christened" the bed, not once but twice.
Now, glancing at him, Afton smiled with a mixture of affection and concern. She had done all this for him, in preparation for what would inevitably come next. Perhaps, this renovation had been her way of easing Mac into the truth a
