Saturday morning, Nielle awoke, once again momentarily disoriented until she recalled she was in Zephyr’s bedroom. Well, technically her bedroom too, but she figured it would take a while before she felt any ownership of the space. Surprisingly, she’d slept quite well in her new bed and began the day in her usual way, stretching her arms and legs until they were fully extended, and then releasing them and sinking back down in pleasant relaxation. Rolling her head to the side, she noted that the other side of the bed was completely undisturbed. Zephyr hadn’t slept with her last night. She frowned. Had he come home late and bedded down somewhere else so he wouldn’t disturb her, or had he not come home at all? Possibly he and the other men were still out searching for the missing man. If that
