I woke to breakfast being delivered to our room. Instead of Rita or the woman whose name I didn't know, my deliveryman was tall, dark haired, wearing low-riding jeans, and shirtless, making me forget what had just happened before my morning nap and considering if food was a necessity.
As he turned around toward the bed, there was a split second of the expression I didn't like. I didn't fear it, but its presence meant he was no longer the man I'd gotten to know in this mountaintop cabin. And then just as quickly as his gaze met mine, it evaporated and his cheeks rose. I didn't think I could tire of his smile. As with the softening of his facial expression, his smile was a gift that I doubted anyone who didn't make his short list of trusted individuals was privileged enough to see.
“Good
