Samara woke slowly. She’d never been one for waking quickly, as many an abused alarm clock would attest to, but today she wallowed in the comfortable warmth and darkness before full consciousness started to intrude.
She ached. It felt like she’d been worked over with a stick or she’d gone elitist in the gym with the hardcore program. Just a little longer and she’d get up, it was too warm and comfortable here. It was only when voices intruded on her doze that her brain started to clear the fuzz of sleep out.
“So, she’ll be okay? The guys were worried about her when she didn’t wake up.”
She frowned. The voice was familiar, but she was still too sleepy to put two and two together. It was a nice voice, though, and the feelings it invoked were a sense of security mixed with something else. S
