~ Diane ~
Diane woke slowly and for a long second she wasn't conscious of the place she was or what had happened, solely that she was warm and felt like she'd without a doubt slept, deeply, for the first time in years.
Then she blinked her eyes to see glowing, ice-blue walls and oversized fixtures and she almost yelped as the reminiscences of the day earlier than came dashing back.
The dress.
The men.
Lina.
Tryson.
That was when a sturdy arm tightened on her stomach and she realized the warmth at her back and the flutter at her neck was once Tryson, curled around her while they slept.
Her racing heart started out to ease and she slumped lower back into the pillow as a deep, hard voice rasped, "Good morning."
"Good morning," she said, smiling, twining her fingers between his on
