Chapter Eight
Maggie rolled over in her bed. Her legs tangled in the top sheet. She'd been dreaming of a strong, warm, male body with corded muscles, a serious facade, kind eyes and a scent that reminded her of a fall day.
She'd tossed and turned all night. Now that her eyes were open, everything was bleary. She couldn't help feeling that yesterday had been some sort of dream. But she knew it had been real.
She'd been proposed to.
Sort of.
Dylan had offered more of a business proposal than a potential love match.
The very idea was crazy. But the idea wouldn't leave her alone. It kept buzzing around her brain, sneaking into her dreams, and nagging her now that she was awake.
She flung her arms out across her bed and met fur. Sugar rested on the right side of the bed, snoring softly.
