She sat up and stretched, her body aching from a hard night’s sleep in a straw bed. She was just about to move out of the bed when she spotted Luc at the window. He was standing there, elbow braced on the glass pane. The rising sun glinted off his bare chest. Her cheeks warmed thinking about how she had fallen asleep with him last night. He looked deep in thought and she hated to interrupt so she grasped the sheet around her naked body and slid as quietly out of bed as possible. As soon as her feet hit the floor, he snapped his head around. “Sleep well?” She stopped mid-stretch and yawned. “Yeah.” “You’re a terrible liar.” Rowan laughed. “True. I slept like crap. How do you people get any rest on these beds?” His bare shoulders shrugged. “Like I said, I prefer the other side of the Arch.” She wrapped the sheet around herself and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a brush and running it through her blonde locks. “Why would anyone stay on this side? No plumbing, no soft, formfitting mattresses, no Egyptian cotton sheets…”
