He found Jessica curled beside him, her silky skin warm against his own. He didn’t want to wake her, but he couldn’t resist stroking his fingers across her shoulder and down her arm. She smiled in her sleep and her eyes opened slowly. After a moment of disorientation, she snuggled closer, an affectionate kitten purring contentment.“Good morning,” she finally murmured.“Good afternoon, you mean.”“Mmm.” Her arms slid around his waist and tightened. “Do we have to get up?”He certainly didn’t want to. Maybe they could have breakfast sent up and later dinner. The thought of spending the day in bed with her was infinitely appealing. His body was already beginning to respond very positively to the idea.“Perhaps not for a while.”She nuzzled her face against his chest. “Good.”Still, he did have responsibilities. “I have to talk to Devine sometime and report in to my supervisor.”“To the Falcon?” The question slipped out before she realized he hadn’t told her the name.Michael tensed.She raised her head, hazel eyes large and serious.
