Chapter Twenty-Five
Joe woke with the light streaming in the bedroom window and a woman draped half over him. Margaret was sound asleep, and he smiled at how many times they each had awoken during the night. He’d made love to her three times. The last time, he had set her on top of him and let her ride as he played with her breasts, which he’d pictured a hundred times in his head. He had never imagined they would be this perfect.
He ran his hand over her head, and she groaned, running her own hand over his chest and lower. “Hey, good morning,” he said.
She blinked and looked up him with a lazy contentedness he’d never seen in her eyes before. She rested her chin on his chest and took a deep breath. “We should go see Ryan,” she said.
He ran his hand over her dark, tangled hair, just wat
