Grace woke to total silence. The absence of wind was startling, almost deafening after the storm of the previous night. For a moment, she couldn’t place where she was, couldn’t understand why she felt pinned in place.
Then warmth registered—solid, heavy, unmistakably male warmth pressed against her back.
Her breath caught.
“Kaleb,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from sleep.
He stirred with a low sound, a groggy hum that sent a tremor through her. His breath ghosted against the curve of her neck, hot and soft, and a shiver rippled down her spine despite the layers of clothing between them.
She shifted, trying to put some space between them, but Kaleb’s arm tightened like a steel band.
“Kaleb,” she tried again, firmer this time, though her voice betrayed the way her pulse skipped. “I
