Slowly she became aware of the heavy weight across her chest, and the moist warmth on her neck. “My God!” She sat up sharply, fully awake and aware, “I'm sleeping with a man!” It had been a while, but she still remembered the feeling. “Sad to say, sleeping's all you did,” came a grumble from the area of her left breast as Winters struggled to surface. It wasn't easy for him as Cíara had her elbow in his throat. She peered down into his face. “Are you sure about that?” she demanded, eyes slit with suspicion, remembering the smooth way the duty-free brandy had slipped down her throat the night before. “Honey, if you'd done anything more than sleep with me, you'd remember.” “Never could stand a braggart.” She levered herself out of the sofa, using the elbow in his throat to propel herself upwards and enjoyed the satisfying gurgle that the action triggered in him.
