CHAPTER THREE
He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She felt warm and smooth; they fitted against each other like two spoons nestled together.
Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in through an irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary. His eyes couldn't take the bright rays.
He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift into sleep again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and Saturday mornings were made for sleeping late.
It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.
As much as he loved his sister, and as glad as he was to see her, Cari's being here was bothering him. Three months ago, at the beginning of the summer, it would have been the perfect arr
