Melody rolled over on the bed and realized, through the haze of sleep, that she was alone. She reached further and did not feel James’ body. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around the bedroom of her hotel suite. His clothes still lay draped over the chair in the corner, but the gym bag he’d packed before leaving his apartment last night wasn’t sitting next to the chair anymore.
She looked at the clock. Six? Who woke up at six?
Apparently, her husband. With a groan, she sat up, automatically clutching the sheet against her bare chest. After the first good night’s rest in weeks, she felt energized. The silly grin that covered her face the entire day before returned. She slapped both hands against her cheeks, rubbing the tired muscles, aching from such a bright smile. Could she be hap
