Eyes closed against the bright sunlight spilling into the room, he snatched the phone from the nightstand after the first ring. “Hello?”“Good morning, big brother.” Tori’s cheerful voice vibrated along the line. “Did I wake you?”“Do you care?” He kept his tone low, aware of Caitlin sleeping beside him. Sometime during the night, he’d rolled to his back, and she’d followed, her head now pillowed on his chest, her hand splayed over his stomach, each and every finger imprinted on his bare skin.“Not really.”“What time is it?”“Nine thirty. Do you know where Caitlin is? I’m supposed to pick her up at ten to go to church with me, but she’s not answering at the hotel.”“She’s here with me.” It was a state of affairs he could definitely get used to. He opened his eyes. Lord, she was beautiful. Black lashes fanned over her cheekbones, the dark circles of fatigue under her eyes faded almost to nothing. He resisted the urge to run a finger over her parted lips.“Really.
