BROOKE’S ALARM WENT off. She groaned into her pillow and squeezed her eyes a few times before opening them. The room was dark. Dylan must have turned the living room lamp off sometime during the night. Looking beside her, she was surprised to see him sleeping there. He snored softly and she watched him a moment, wishing they could stay in bed and make love yet again.
She took it as a good sign that he was still here, though she knew he was usually up by now tending to chores around the ranch. The day of the week penetrated her hazy mind. Sundays were usually slower, though Dylan inevitably found things to keep everyone busy and she still had meals to prepare.
She tried getting out of bed as softly as possible so she wouldn’t wake him, figuring he could use the rest since they hadn’t gone
