Chapter 13
Morning, normally such an abrupt relief from dream-marred sleep, crept into the warm, comfortable room. Santee blinked, aware she was already late but loathe to move. Warm air puffed against the back of her neck so rhythmically it was almost hypnotic. Heat seeped into her thoracic cavity from the, not unpleasant, heaviness over her heart.
Santee winced at the soreness that accompanied her hand moving toward that heaviness. Her eyes popped open at the feel of a big hand pressed tight to her breast. Carefully turning her head, she found Ruarke’s face buried against her neck. A slight smile tugged at his lips. Of course, it would, she thought as his hand flexed slightly. Even in his sleep, he was feeling her up.
She grasped his hand and eased it away, inadvertently taking the ro
