Emma woke slowly.
Warm.
Comfortable.
Safe.
For several peaceful seconds, she couldn’t understand why.
The mattress beneath her felt unusually firm.
Something warm rested around her waist.
And the steady sound beneath her ear—
thump.
thump.
thump.
—definitely wasn’t her pillow.
Her eyes opened.
Immediately, she froze.
A familiar black sweater filled her vision.
A strong arm was wrapped securely around her.
And she was very definitely lying on top of Rowan.
Emma closed her eyes again.
Maybe if she stayed perfectly still, reality would fix itself.
“Good morning.”
Her eyes flew open.
Of course he was awake.
Rowan looked annoyingly composed for a man who had spent the night on a couch.
Emma groaned and buried her face back into his chest.
“I refuse.”
A laugh rumbled ben
