She rolled over with a sleepy yawn and blinked at Jackson’s face in the dim light. “Hey.” He smiled softly as he lowered himself to the bed. “Hey. Mahalia’s making breakfast and Steven just caught a cab. It’s safest for everyone if he leaves now.” His words distracted her from how nice it was to wake up to his smile. “What do you mean? Why are we safer if he’s gone?” “Because Talbot can find him,” he answered simply. “Maybe easier than he can find the rest of us. It’s hard to explain.” She took him at his word and moved closer to slide her arm around him. “You’re staying here though, right?” “Of course I am.” Mackenzie smiled, feeling surprisingly at peace. A full night’s sleep in a comfortable bed had done wonders for her Moira Rogers state of mind. So had the memory of how amazing Jackson’s body had felt pressing hers into the mattress. “We said no sex,” she murmured as she rubbed lazily at his back, “but what are your feelings on good morning kisses?”
