Chapter 9
Tim woke in pitch darkness.
Post fire. He knew the feeling, every muscle ready to complain if he moved unexpectedly; partly the workout of a fire, partly from sleeping in one position for a massive number of hours. Also, his body had that floating feeling of being desperate for calories.
But he didn’t usually wake from a fire with his arm around a woman’s waist. That came later, or used to anyway.
Nor was there any of the normal question about who was in bed with him, nobody on the planet felt or smelled like Macy Tyler. He just wasn’t sure how he’d come to be in bed with her. His mattress and sheets didn’t feel like his. That meant he was in her bed.
But the woman felt—well, now that he’d admitted to himself how much he’d enjoyed kissing Macy, it was safe to admit—incredibl
