Birds outside began to stir up a ruckus. Dixie stretched luxuriously and opened her eyes to find Kyle propped on an elbow, smiling at her.“Good morning,” Kyle said.“Morning.” She closed her eyes, opened them again to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. “Did we really do what I think we did last night?”“More than once.”“Whoa. Whose idea was it?”“Mine. And yours. Ours.” She recalled how they’d adjourned upstairs after their uninhibited spate of lovemaking, neither prepared to call it quits after the first wild rush at each other.She rolled onto her side so that she was facing him. His hair was endearingly mussed, and his beard was stubbly. He looked great. “Now what?”“Anything you want,” he said. He leaned over and kissed her. He didn’t even have morning breath.“Anything?”“After last night, I’d hand you the world on a silver platter if it were in my power.”“This is a workday for me,” she said regretfully, inscribing a lazy circle on Kyle’s chest with one glossily manicured fingernail.
