Waking up next to him, inhaling his unique scent, listening to the therapeutic beat of his heart and feeling the smoothness of his skin was like waking up in a perfect dream. Archer’s steady breathing was reassurance that he’d made it through the night without a nightmare. It was a relief, and for a fleeting moment she contemplated if the recent events had finally cured him. It took her a moment or two to realise it was raining outside. She couldn’t remember the last time it had rained, and nature’s soothing melody combined with waking up in Archer’s arms gave her a sense of contentment. The last thing she wanted to do was move but she couldn’t ignore the pins and needles in her arm any longer. As carefully as she could, she tried to ease out from Archer’s embrace. ‘Where do you think you’re going?’ His voice was a sexy whisper. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.’ ‘I’ve been awake for a while.
