Good morning,” he said.
A slow, bright smile curved her lips. “It’s hardly morning. It’s still dark out.”
It was bright enough for him to see her face, and that was all he needed. “Close enough.”
She rolled away from him and threw back the covers. Naked, she strode across the room.
“Where are you going?” he demanded, bolting upright. Was that fear causing his heart to race like that?
Rose shot him a sheepish glance over her bare shoulder. “Morning constitution,” she replied and slipped into the adjoining bath. The door clicked shut behind her.
Grey fell back against the pillows, cursing himself for being such an idiot. Had it been so long that he’d forgotten what it was like to wake up with a woman? And what the hell had he thought she was doing? Running away from him without a stitch of clothing?
He rubbed both hands over his face. He was an idiot. She’d made him an idiot.

Autore: Kathryn Smith