Chapter 8

BELLAMY

I woke up to an empty bed, almost afraid that I had dreamt it all. However, I could still smell her intoxicating scent – vanilla cinnamon. It brought a smile to my face because I knew that she was here. We had turned an unexpected corner, and I would always cherish that woman and whatever she allowed me to have of herself.

The sun was just rising, so it was still early. That was the most restful night’s sleep I got in a very long time. Guess what I needed all along was Kenzie in my arms.

I got out of bed to find her but did not have to go far. I found her next to a fresh pot of coffee, typing away on my laptop. She certainly seemed to have inherited Aunty’s and Uncle Xander’s coffee addiction.

“Anything I can help you with?” I asked, reaching over the counter for the pot of coffee and poured myself a cup while topping hers off.

She looked up at my voice. Her eyes raked over my bare chest before she smirked. Those smirks promised trouble, and I would gladly fall into her ki