The dream of having a woman of his own was so vivid that he almost believed he could smell her feminine fragrance. A second later, hair tickled his nose and he brushed it aside, coming awake fully. Jill lay next to his body, her soft length curled against his chest, seeking warmth. He grinned, pulling her close and tucking her under his shoulder. How many years had a dreamed of having a woman in his bed until dawn? One hundred? Two? Bacchus couldn’t remember. All he knew for certain was that the happiness he felt was not an illusion born out of loneliness. Jill was here and had been by his side for several months now. She’d settled into work quickly and had fast become one of their best healers—a feat that did not surprise him given her passion for the subject matter. Bacchus kissed the side of her head. Jill shifted, then muttered, “Is it time to get up already? I don’t smell any coffee.” Her lids dropped once more. Bacchus laughed, hugging her. He hadn’t been able to convince her to leave planet Earth without the ground beans she craved so dearly.
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