CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Spending the rest of the night at Dax’s apartment was stress-free for the first time. It had been a long night, so by the time they got back, there was nothing to do but go to bed and make love… slow. Much of the tension he’d carried over the last few days had waned, and he didn’t mind taking his time to explore all of her.
It was reassuring when Dax slept in the following day. Just like at home, she got up to work out and shower then tidied up before making breakfast. It was almost noon by the time Dax fumbled his way out of bed and into the shower. She’d already eaten but brewed a fresh pot of coffee for him, which was ready by the time he joined her.
“Good morning,” he grumbled and slugged great hulking mouthfuls of his coffee until the mug was empty, after which he
