Twelve
June stretched. No, she tried to stretch. With a frown of confusion, she opened her eyes and assessed the situation. She lay on top of the blankets of her bed, dressed in her favorite boxer shorts and flannel. And Ben’s arm was tucked around her waist, pinning her against him with her back to his chest. He was under the blankets and still out cold. Her first thought, after deciding how nice it was to wake up with Ben wrapped around her, was, How did this happen? Ah, that’s right.
After their talk—which June recalled with a pleased grin—she had invited him to take her bed for the night. With Luke tossing and turning, he wasn’t likely to get any sleep in his bed, and besides, she’d likely be up all night with Luke, anyhow. But Luke had fallen asleep as the sky began to lighten with
