"Good morning, baby girl," said his coaxing, angelic voice.
Deja vu. Haven't we been here before?
Not quite the same. He wasn't spooning me like the first time we woke up in bed together.
Alarm bells went off as my eyelids fluttered open and I wiped the sleep from my eyes.
"Harmon?" I asked, confusion wracking my brain as I woke up.
I tried to sit up, but this morning's hangover was particularly brutal.
"Yes baby girl. Just daddy. Don't get up yet. Stay in bed with me a little longer," he said, an easy peaceful smile lighting up his face.
He had his hands folded neatly under his head, watching me dotingly.
Not lust. Something deeper. Adoration in his eyes. I was as lost in his brown eyes as he seemed to be in mine.
"Don't we have things to do? Places to be?" I asked, reach
