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The smell of coffee woke Harlow the next morning. She hadn’t heard the beans grinding; it was the scent of the alluring java that made her eyes open.
Stretching out, it took her a minute to remember where she was. When she felt his solid body under her head, she smiled. There was no mistaking the man when he was as ripped as Ryske. Not that she would ever mistake the texture of his skin, the smell of him, the comfort she got from his embrace.
But when she recalled what had brought her there, her smile didn’t linger.
Pushing away from Ryske, she ran a hand over her hair while sitting up, clutching the sheet to her breasts. Noon was asleep in the bed to her right. With his face half buried in a pillow, he looked so peaceful, so innocent.
“Coffee?” Dover asked from the other side of t
