Beau finished drawing just as Jeanne-Marie began to stir. Beau placed the drawing face down on the bedside table, the book atop it. He peered into Jeanne-Marie’s eyes, which were brilliant emerald in the sunlight streaming in, almost sparkling. Beau was transfixed. No scar could change the simple and arresting beauty of those eyes.
Jeanne-Marie smiled and threw an arm across his forehead. “My! I have not slept like that in years.” He turned to look more fully at Beau. “There’s a lot I haven’t felt in years. Thank you for last night.”
Beau c****d his head. “There’s no need to thank me. I believe the pleasure was mutual.”
They were quiet for a while, until Jeanne-Marie finally said, “Why don’t you close those blinds and come lie beside me. The room’s getting hot and I have a feeling we co
