Mitch’s eyes snapped open.
Something had slid lightly across his side to rest in front of him.
He quickly looked down at what had touched him so lightly that it almost tickled.
When his eyes focused and his brain registered what he was seeing, his heart jolted.
There dangling in front of him was a hand, with the arm resting against his rib cage. He looked down at the hand, he could recognize that graceful slender hand from anywhere. With or without her chipped nail polish.
His heart skittering, he turned over to the woman who held him in her sleep. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close.
She sighed in her sleep.
That undid him. He gripped her closer as he tried to gain control of his body. His heart was jumping all over the place, his body shivered with nervousness,
