18
LYNNE
When I woke early the next morning, I went to see if Connor had returned. I found him in his room, fully-clothed and asleep, lying face down on the bed.
I wish I knew what’s going on in that head of yours, Merlin, I thought.
Connor opened his eyes and rolled over on his back. “Have I overslept?” he asked when he saw me standing in the doorway.
I shook my head. “I was just checking to see if you had come back,” I admitted. "You weren't in the best of moods when you left."
He pulled himself upright. “You’re concerned about me. I’m touched,” he said, scratching the back of his head. His hair was rumpled, his eyes only half open, and still I found him more appealing than any man I'd ever known.
“Hungry?” I asked, trying not to think about that.
“Now that you mention it, yes.”
