TWENTY-THREE
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Something buzzed, and the noise was jarring enough to startle her eyes open. Her body didn’t move. She heard the sound again, and she blinked at the vaulted ceiling towering above her, trying to remember where she was.
When she moved her leg, her muscles screamed, and she remembered exactly where she was and who she was with. It took a second for her smile to spread, and she turned her head in time with the shift of the mattress. Zave was on his side on the edge of the bed, his back muscles moved, and she had a great view of his tight a*s that almost made her purr.
Before she could reach out for him, he spoke, “What is it, Bess?” he mumbled in a gruff morning voice.
“Oh, it’s terrible!” Bess exclaimed, her disembodied voice coming from nowhere Devon coul
