She grabbed for the watch she kept on her nightstand. Only it wasn’t there and something fell to the ground. “Mmm?” Beside her, Jon stirred. “What?” “I said I’d go to the Children in Crisis benefit tonight.” The sheets rustled as he stirred and rolled away from her. “It’s only seven. You have plenty of time.” “With my hair like this? I’ve got to go home and change.” He sat up and reached for her. She’d grown accustomed to the dim light now, and she could see his dark shadow looming over her. How many nights had she woken up to find just that scenario? Another man, usually a lot older than she was, another body wanting a taste of her. But she knew this was Jon, and he didn’t scare her. Not at all. If she’d tried to force the emotion, it wouldn’t have worked. A new revelation. To wake up with a body she couldn’t see properly and yet know who it was. His scent, his shape and his warmth were so uniquely Jon her body recognized him before her mind did.
