Chapter Nineteen
Maybelle awoke with a start. Beside her, Ty slept heavily, arm flung possessively across her chest. She breathed in deeply, replaying the events of the previous evening. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep after Ty opened up to her, but she was so content in his arms, she’d drifted off to dreamland before they could finish what they’d started. Now that she was awake, maybe she could make Ty coffee. He looked so peaceful, she hated to wake him up. Slowly, she began to wriggle away, gently moving his arm. But as soon as she’d swung her legs over the side of the bed, an arm snaked around her midsection and pulled her backward.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Ty asked in a voice as deep and dark as the coffee he made so perfectly.
She giggled. “Coffee?”
“You’re not going an
