Catherine's POV
I woke up to the calming sound of the waves breaking on the beach, the humid, rich ocean breeze, and the aroma of a cup of freshly brewed coffee.
I moaned, forcing my eyes open against the blinding white light.
"Good morning, sleepy head." Colt's husky voice sounded close by.
My gaze followed his voice, finding him standing next to the bed holding a mug in his hands. "Coffee?"
I nodded and pulled myself into a sitting position.
Colt handed me the mug, and I took a sip.
Heaven, just heaven!
"Did you sleep well?" Colt asked.
"Surprisingly, I did," I said.
I was very comfortable throughout the night, and at one stage I felt the bed dip, believing that Sam had held me throughout the night, but I shook it off as my imagination.
"Any news on Gre
