Chapter Eighteen
Jules woke up alone in bed. Which would not be out of the ordinary. Except she had woken a few times in the night and felt the warm, sure heat of David behind her.
Though the previous day had been trying, she'd remembered her reasons for being here with this man in the night. David had held her tightly to him as she’d slept. All through the night, in a strange bed, on land she wasn’t sure she was welcome on, she'd felt as though she were fitting into him like a puzzle piece. At the sharp pointed edges of David’s body where he ended, she’d begun to curve into him forging a new beginning.
Jules had always felt that something had been missing in her life. Now she knew that something had been a someone. That someone had been him.
So, where was he?
All around the room, she
