She looked at him as he slept, his mouth slightly open, his square jaw scruffy with the night’s growth of stubble. His brown hair was ruffled and he was snoring lightly. She smiled, trying to pull free from under the heavy weight of his arm. He made a sound and moved his arm, setting his hand on her hip. “You’re kind of cute when you’re sleeping,” she said, touching the stubble on his face. “But you are getting gray,” she said. “How old are you again?” “You even talk in your sleep,” he said, opening his eyes. She grinned. “It’s sweet, huh?” He raised his eyebrows, humor brightening his eyes. “Sweet. That’s what I was thinking too.” “Jackson,” she began. “Jess,” he mimicked. “Tell me about your ex-wife.” He looked puzzled. “Why?”