CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTY
ZOEY
The morning sun poured through the windows, soft and golden. I blinked against the light and found myself still curled up in Graham’s arms. His breathing was calm, steady and his face was softer in sleep, less guarded, and less burdened. Just the man I loved.
I didn’t move right away. I wanted to stay there a little longer, wrapped in the quiet peace we hadn’t felt in weeks.
I closed my eyes and slipped back into the peaceful sleep but eventually, the scent of eggs and toast pulled me out of bed. Graham had already slipped out and started breakfast. I found him in the kitchen, shirtless, hair messy, moving around like he hadn’t just been in a war the day before.
“Hey,” he said when he saw me. “I was about to come get you.”
“You made breakfast?” I asked, stepping toward him.
He smiled. “I owed you.”
I wrapped my arms around his waist from behind and rested my cheek against his back. “You really do.”
He laughed and turned around, brushing a kiss to my
