The next morning, Cordelia woke up at just past seven o’clock; she was alone in her bed. She stretched, her body still humming from having been held by Hunter all night long. She vaguely recalled waking up once more during the night, startled and confused by the large, warm body next to her. He’d pulled her closer, whispered that she was safe, tenderly stroked her back. She’d relaxed and settled again, just fallen on back into sleep. Her last memory was of Hunter kissing her forehead.
Yep. A good man, for sure.
She got up, padded into the bathroom, slipped off her long t-shirt and put on her yoga clothes. She figured that Hunter was out having his run, and she wanted to do some yoga on the side patio and watch the sunrise.
She wandered through the house, listening for him, but all was s
