Chapter 10
Charlotte hadn’t rested so wonderfully in at least a decade—no, she thought as she stretched, she’d never slept so well before.
And it wasn’t just the cotton sheets that kept her body warm.
No, the best part of this morning was the muscle-bound man beside her who still slept. Jack. It was hard to imagine him as anything other than Jack O’Conner. She recalled how she’d glimpsed him naked a few years back when he’d dared her to join him and skinny dip in his backyard pool when she’d come over, uninvited, and Donna had taken off in a huff, mad at her interruption of the quiet night with the rest of the O’Conners gone.
Thinking back, she’d known Donna might be at his house and that had been why she’d gone.
Jack had let her in, like he’d been happy she'd showed up.
His hand wen
