The morning sun streamed through the car window into the cabin. Bruce lay half-reclined in the passenger seat, the sunlight casting deep and shallow shadows across his face. He chatted casually with Diana, but the corner of his eye caught Marissa in the backseat through the rearview mirror.
Her gaze happened to meet his, and their eyes locked.
Marissa tensed her shoulders reflexively, forcing a polite smile, then quickly looked down. She knew she had probably done something foolish last night, though the details of the dream were fuzzy. Bruce's sturdy chest and that reassuring yet inexplicably tense pressure still lingered in her body's memory. When she woke up this morning, she felt exhausted, as if she had just crawled back from the battlefield.
Diana drove with focused attention, her
