Chapter 12
Garrett came awake slowly. The room was dark with only the soft light from the bathroom splashing across the bed. Delia lay beside him, her legs tangled with his. He stroked a hand down her back and curled it over her hip. He wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep with her, but he knew she wanted to get up and drive through the dark, so she could be home for Nick in the morning. He listened to the rhythmic sound of her breathing. He allowed himself a few moments of luxury, of simply laying at her side, savoring the rise and fall of her breath and her lush curves warm against his side.
He gently rocked her shoulder. “Delia,” he whispered.
“Hmm?” she mumbled.
“It’s one-thirty. You said you wanted to get up before two to drive home.”
She lifted her head from his shoulder
