MACKENZIE
I woke to the peaceful stillness of the morning, stretching my body and letting out a satisfied sigh. The first thing I noticed was the silence.
The second was the empty space beside me.
I reached out instinctively, fingertips brushing over the cool sheets where Alistair had been last night. A soft frown tugged at my lips. After everything that happened—the way he'd held me like he didn't want to let go—I half expected to wake up wrapped in his arms.
But he was gone. Sigh.
I sat up slowly, the covers falling from my bare skin as I stretched, a sleepy sigh escaping me. The room still smelled like him, woodsy and warm, mixed with the faint scent of last night's heat. I pulled on one of his shirts that had been left at the foot of the
bed and padded over to make the bed, run
