It was dark in the room. And as she became more aware of her surroundings, she realized several things almost at once. This was not her room. Her aunt Maggie had died. And she was definitely not alone in the big, soft bed. A solid male body curled around her back.The sudden sense of panic calmed as lips caressed the side of her cheek, and Mace’s deep voice murmured, “Sleep, little one. You need rest.”The lean arm that was her pillow adjusted gently, and he whispered, “Would you prefer your pillow, sweet thing?”She inhaled deeply, taking in the rich scent of woodsy male. “Nope…this is fine…” she yawned, as she rolled over and threw one leg over his thick thigh, burrowing her head into the solid pectoral muscle, her hand splayed out over his mouthwatering six pack.Her head rested just under his chin, and the sudden exhalation above her made her smile as she made herself comfy. She had wanted to do this to Mace for as far back as she could remember. But he had always seemed so stand-offish.
