He was also there when she woke in the morning, rousing her in a slow, devastating sensual assault that left her boneless as well as breathless. Their day together—bed shopping included—reminded her of all the fun times they’d spent as teens—though they’d hardly shopped then. The familiarity lay in the ease with which they fell into familiar routines and how comfortable he was to be around. The bed he purchased included a hardened steel frame and it had to weigh a ton. But he handled the delivery, loading it in his truck rather than allowing others into her place. He also replaced the doorknob he’d broken and the faceplate. After he’d put the new bed together, he enticed her into christening it. Spent and drifting, she sprawled atop him, her cheek pressed to his shoulder. White feathers floated down around them and she began to laugh. “Well, the bed survived, but you managed to kill my last pillow.” “What is your fascination with birds?” The rumble of his voice accompanied by his heartbeat had her curling her toes.
