Reed woke in the chill, gray light of dawn and reached for Cecily, thinking they could keep each other warm for another half hour before getting up for work. But his bed was empty. Pushing himself up on one elbow, he frowned. Had it all been a dream? No. He could still smell her on the pillow.
He ran a hand over her side of the bed and found the sheets cold. Had she snuck out in the middle of the night to avoid the walk of shame? Did she have an early meeting she forgot about? They hadn’t talked much last night. Was she having regrets? Worse, had she changed her mind about possibly staying?
With a heavy sigh, he flopped back on the bed and scrubbed both hands over his face. This was all too much to contemplate without coffee. As if conjured by the mere thought, the scent of it made his n
