Chapter 2
The cell phone alarm buzzed, a light musical chime accompanying the vibrations. Felicity fumbled on the nightstand for the phone and silenced it.
6:00 a.m. Two and a half hours until her American Colonial Art paper was due. The urge to get up and get moving just wasn’t there. The bed was warm, and she felt safe. The last thing she wanted to do was get up and think about a bunch of colonists and loyalists duking it out in the seventeen hundreds and how that had affected painting styles in Colonial America. Right now she wanted to stay where she was, cocooned in heat, and drift back to that pleasant place between being awake and dreaming.
It was then she noticed the long, muscled arm curled around her waist, tucking her back against a hard, warm body.
What the—
Another rattlin
