CHAPTER 7
Sheridan woke early the next morning. She lay comfortably in the cradle of Michael's strong arms, reliving the memories of the previous night. I'm so pleased. No, the s*x wasn't entirely spectacular, but it was very sweet, and I staved off panic in the final moment.
Now she no longer feared his body, how he felt inside her. It's good to make love, just as I hoped, and once we become accustomed to it, it will be even better.
She slipped from the bed, cursing softly at the coldness of the tile floor under her feet, and shivered. Quickly pulling her forgotten nightgown out of her overnight bag, she tugged it on as she made her way into the kitchen. She brewed coffee and drank a cup while searching the cabinets and refrigerator. Within moments she had pancake mix bubbling up in a
