Tim had been out for twelve hours straight by the time Macy finally wound down.
She’d changed, washed her truck, gone grocery shopping, and done a load of laundry, both his and hers together—which had been surprisingly intimate. Lack of sleep last night finally caught up with her at about the same time as a total lack of common sense.
Macy came to on her feet, leaning against the door jamb of her own bedroom and looking down at the man asleep in her bed. She didn’t want to sleep on the couch, she always woke with a severe kink in her neck if she fell asleep while watching a movie or reading there.
Here she had a perfectly comfortable queen size bed with a beautiful man curled up in it.
Stupid Day.
By paying strict attention, she hadn’t done anything stupid since her father had left.
