KATIE WOKE AT THREE-forty-five, like she had every day she’d been back at the farm. But instead of being alone in her bed, Brendan was next to her, his arm thrown over his head and his face gentle in sleep. Katie could hear the sound of water from a bathroom somewhere else in the house, but she didn’t have to go anywhere. And she didn’t want to.
She rolled closer to Brendan, draped her arm across his bare chest, threw a naked leg over his, and closed her eyes again.
Next time she woke, the sky was barely light. But instead of Brenan’s body wrapped around hers, the other half of the mattress was empty. From her closet came the sound of rummaging.
“What in God’s name are you doing?” Katie asked groggily. She was usually a morning person, but not today. She wanted to keep sleeping with Bre
