Chapter Seven RyleighI wake up to the sound of Ella crying, which is nothing new. But when I blink my eyes open, it takes me a few moments to adjust to my surroundings.
Instead of the white walls and fluffy white duvet I’ve become used to the past few nights in the guest room, I see navy blue walls and dark gray bedding. And I’m surrounded by the best scent in the entire world—Alexei’s masculine scent of leather and spice.
Mmm.
I fell asleep in his bed last night, in his arms, it seems . . . and somehow it just feels right. A smile graces my lips as I sit up, ready to swing my legs over the side of the bed to go take care of Ella, but firm hands circle my waist and tug me back to bed. Or, more specifically, toward a hard-muscled chest. Heat zips down my spine at the memory of what we di
