A lock of hair had strayed across his forehead and she reached out to smooth it back. His eyelids fluttered open, he saw her, sleepily smiled, then fell back asleep, his thick dark eyelashes a shadowy smudge in the dim room. She couldn’t take her eyes from his face. It was a beautiful face, with its fine web of smile lines around his eyes and shapely mouth. The well-defined jawline, the slightly off-center dimple in his chin, the straight nose. With age, his features had all come together to make him extremely sexy—extremely sweet. Paul hadn’t deserved a friend like Mike. He’d taunted him, used him, walked all over him. She gazed at Mike and whispered, “Why did you let him do it?” Then she amended her question. “Why did we let him do it?” Mike’s eyes opened and his drowsy smile warmed her. “Can’t sleep?” She nodded. “It’s too early to get up, Katie.” “Could you hold me? Until I fall asleep?” “Nothing I’d like better.” She turned and he pulled her against him.
