Jack sure as hell wasn’t ready to say what he felt, but he knew what it was. Everyone had always told him you just knew, but he’d never “just known” anything—until now. He looked over at Abbie, still asleep, with wild strands of brown hair spread over creamy shoulders. Here was a woman he could wake up with tomorrow and all the tomorrows after that.
Abbie opened her eyes and murmured, “What?”
Jack smiled. “I didn’t say anything.”
“I could hear you thinking. You woke me up.” She looked at him with eyes still full of dreams and then closed her eyes. She may have wanted to drift back to sleep, but he couldn’t help touching her lips with his thumb, then he brushed his lips against hers.
Jack whispered, “Twenty-four hours. For this day, there’s nothing but us.”
The drowsy lovemaking that f
