Five
The power was back on when Bailey stirred the next morning. She stretched and yawned, feeling well rested. A hard, warm male body was next to her in the bed, and in a flash she remembered what had happened last night. She covered her face with her hands, not knowing whether to laugh or shake her head at herself.
Mack lay beside her still asleep, illuminated by the bright sunlight reflecting off the snow outside. The bands of light bathed his bare upper body where he had stretched out in the night and caused the covers to fall down to his hips.
Bailey bit her lip and smiled at him. She had never seen him like this before. Sleep softened him in a way she’d never seen before. His golden hair fell against his closed eyes, and his lips curved ever so slightly, as though whatever he drea
