Something was disturbing her sleep, and she wanted it to stop. When the irritating insect tickled her nose again, she stuck out her lower hp and blew. Her eyes flew open as a deep chuckle sounded next to her ear. Rich brown eyes, the color of thick, creamy chocolate stared back at her. Owen’s eyes. She’d know them anywhere. She smothered a yawn and glanced around. The sun had moved halfway across the heavens. “Oh, my! Why didn’t you wake me?” She quickly sat up and gazed down at the man still stretched out on the quilt He looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. “Do you know you talk in your sleep?” “I do not!” She ran her fingers through her hair and tugged at her shirt. A frown pulled at the smooth skin of her brow as she studied his relaxed expression. “Do I really?” “Uh-hmmm ...” He idly twirled the piece of long grass he had used to tickle her nose between his fingers. “What did I say?” He looked as if he knew a secret. Was she reading more into his expression than was there?
