Chapter 13
The next morning, they awoke in each other’s arms and Tarsha would have been content to stay that way for the remainder of the day. It was Cole who jumped up from the bed and started to gather their things. If she had not already been awake, she would not have woken. He moved so gently that the bed barely jostled. No, it was the sunlight that woke her.
She lay there, sleepily, watching him and he seemed a very different man than he had been in the days before. He looked tense and agitated, though she could not imagine why. As agitated as he was, he was still quite appealing bathed in the early morning sunlight.
Though he had pulled his jeans on, he was still bare chested as he moved about. His muscles glowed like those she had seen in so many classic paintings. He was so agil
