Tara’s POV
A knocking at the door awakens me the next morning. I find my bathrobe to cover my naked body, and then answer the door. It’s Max.
“Wow, you must have really been tired last night. You don’t normally sleep this late!” He says, pushing a little cart into the sitting room with breakfast underneath the covered dishes, presumably. “I thought you’d be starved to death long before now. It’s nearly lunchtime, so this is more like brunch, I suppose.”
“I had trouble sleeping for a while last night,” I say sleepily, which is more or less the truth. I hadn’t arrived back to my own bedchamber until nearly 3 in the morning. River and Destiny had spent a fair amount of time getting to know each other.
“Ah, you’re just a bit nervous,” He says companionably, as he sets the covered
