She hummed in satisfaction and snuggled deeper into the source of heat at her back. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this rested. This secure. Complete awareness still hovered outside of her mind’s reach, but she felt as though this moment was incongruous with what the situation called for. She mentally shrugged. Enjoy it. It’s too good to pass up. She sighed. An answering and very male sigh sounded right behind her ear. She froze. Her mind, sounding much too like her mother, screamed, Oh my God, Abilene, what have you done? She was in bed with someone? She’d never, in all of her life, been in bed with a man, and that she was now was disconcerting, especially since she couldn’t remember how she got here. No, not in bed. The surface beneath her left hip was hard. Unyielding. It felt suspiciously like a floor. She clenched her eyes tighter, forced herself to calm down, and began to take stock. A man’s arm was curled beneath her cheek as a pillow. A firm thigh was nudged between her own.
