Sula awakened slowly. Her hand instinctively moved down to touch the arm wrapped around her waist. She winced when a shaft of pain reminded her of everything that had happened last night.
“I’ll get Patch or Chelsea,” Destin murmured, his voice thick from sleep.
“No, not yet,” Sula whispered, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of him pressed against her.
“How are you feeling?” Destin asked.
A small smile curved Sula’s lips when his hand moved down to cover her stomach. Fresh memories washed through her. She couldn’t squeeze his arm without pain, but she rubbed her foot along his jean clad leg.
“I don’t feel quite as good as I did after Patch gave me whatever he did for pain. How is Beth?” Sula asked, carefully rolling over when Destin moved so she could turn. “Did you see her?”
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