20
Stacia woke up the next morning, fairly certain she’d had the best dream of her life. But then she rolled over and found Pace still in bed with her. She sighed and snuggled into his side.
“You’re not a dream,” she whispered.
He squeezed her tight. “Morning, gorgeous.”
“I was worried that I would wake up, and all of this would have been a fantasy.”
“Did you often fantasize about this?” He peeked down at her.
She shrugged. “Maybe.”
“You should tell me more about that,” he said, dropping a kiss on her lips.
“As much as I’d love that…don’t you have morning practice?”
His eyes shot to his clock. “f**k. Yes, yes, I do.”
He jumped out of bed in lightning speed while Stacia wrapped the sheet around her chest and grinned at him.
“How late are you going to be?”
“Late enough.” He threw
