She didn’t know what awaited, only that she wasn’t ready to face it. Shards of memory surfaced, and she pushed them away, unwilling to do anything but return to her sanctuary. A soft puff of air caressed her cheek and tickled her nose. As she reached up to rub her nose, her hand brushed something warm. She rolled over and opened her eyes—and stared into Davy’s face. “Good morning.” He yawned. The feel of his body next to hers unnerved Abby. She was in his arms, the hard length of him pressed intimately against her. Heat surged through her body like a wildfire. “Did you sleep well?” His voice was a soft caress, teasing and arousing. He leaned toward her and kissed the top of her nose. His hand snaked around her waist, cupped her derriere and pulled her into the cradle of his hips until she felt his arousal. “How dare you!” She pushed the blanket aside and sat up. Davy grabbed her, drew her back down and wrapped the blanket over them. “You’re letting in the cold air.”
