The Declined Card: My Ex-husband is now My Guarddog
Bright morning sunlight cut through the towering arched windows of the Master Suite, blinding her eyes.
Maeva blinked heavily, her body feeling warm, comfortable, and relaxed. But as her conscious mind slowly booted up, she froze. She could feel the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Kasen's bare, muscular chest beneath her face.
She wasn't on her side of the bed. The barrier of bolster pillows she had so fiercely aligned down the center lay scattered on the floor. Instead, she was tangled in Kasen's arms, her face pressed flush against his bare, burning-hot chest, her fingers clutching his shoulder.