19
Strawberries
The smell of bacon filled the apartment, and Devon awoke with a smile. No nightmares. She hadn’t had a single one all night. It was the first time in weeks. She had slept soundly, not even waking up when Brennan got up to cook. She checked her watch and realized it was already noon. She couldn’t believe it! She had slept for almost eight hours. She couldn’t remember the last time that had happened.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” Brennan called from the kitchen door.
She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. She was clad in one of his T-shirts. It was way too big, but it smelled so good and clean and so much like Brennan that she wanted to wear it all the time. Her eyes traveled over his body, and she tried to keep the appreciation off her face. But it was too early, and
