Morning sunlight spilled softly into the bedroom, a warm, golden wash over the sheets.
Sarah Lacy blinked awake, her long lashes fluttering as her vision cleared. When she turned her head, she froze.
Matthew Powell was sitting on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the frame as if he had been guarding them the whole night.
“You’re awake?” he asked gently, turning his head toward her.
Sarah nodded lightly. “You… didn’t sleep at all?”
Matthew gave a small smile. “Dozed off a bit.”
Sarah paused for several seconds, her voice softer than usual.
“Why didn’t you sleep in the bedroom?”
Matthew chuckled.
“I wanted to stay close to you and our daughter.”
A straight, unguarded confession—first thing in the morning.
Sarah’s heart skipped, warmth rising through her chest. She didn’t k
