DEVON’S POV
The bed felt too wide, too cold, too… empty.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the thin slant of morning light sneaking through the floor-to-ceiling drapes of the presidential suite. The silence greeted me with a strange sense of betrayal. I turned my head slightly. The spot where Eleanor had slept was vacant, her side already cold.
She was gone, probably headed out early for work. Just as well. I couldn’t have faced her right now, not with what was clawing at my chest.
I exhaled, deep and low, and pressed my back further into the soft Egyptian cotton sheets. I wasn’t ready to get up. Not yet.
Because all I could feel, all I could remember, was Jimmie.
The kiss.
God, that kiss.
I ran my fingers over my lips like they were retracing a memory, not just a moment. M
