It didn’t take much for Sawyer to get used to his new morning routine—one where he woke with the slumbering form of Jeri beside him. In his cabin, in his bed.
He gazed at her, the love he felt for her swirling through him lazily, the way the breeze lilted around the ranch in the summer.
Of course, it was fall now, and heading into winter, and the breeze had morphed into wind. He didn’t mind it, as it was still plenty warm, and the wind blew some of the more offensive ranch smells to the east.
He reached over and tucked Jeri’s hair behind her ear, causing her to shift and groan. “Why are you waking me up so early on a weekend?” she asked, her eyes still closed.
He chuckled and brought his hand back to his side of the bed. “Habit,” he said.
“It’s Saturday,” she said, rolling over so her
