When her seeking hand encountered only cool linen, she opened her eyes, tempted to laugh at her disappointment.Her cell phone, charging upon her nightstand, sang out the beginning notes of “Your Man” and she grabbed it. “Hello?”“I miss you.” Troy Lee’s rich voice greeted her. “I’m spoiled and I don’t like waking up without you.”She laughed, hugging his words close. “It’s mutual.”“We’re gonna have to do something about this.”“What do you suggest, Deputy Farr?”“Well, I would say something about letting me move in”—fabric rustled, his voice muffled for a moment—“but since I’m not allowed to even leave a change of clothes over there…”“You’re not moving in.” The idea conjured sweet images, though, of waking up with him, sharing simple household chores, hanging out in front of a movie, falling asleep in his arms every night. “Mama would have a fit. The rumors would fly, especially since we’ve only been together a couple of weeks.”“You worry way too much what people think.
