Chapter Eighteen
Jason’s alarm sounded. He stretched, reveling in the feel of Millie’s skin against his. As long as he lived, he’d never again take for granted the sensation of skin on skin. The room glowed with the last light of the setting sun.
He rolled to his side, taking a moment to study the woman dozing next to him. How had he never noticed the freckles scattered across her nose? Or the faint scar at the edge of her left eyebrow? How many other details had gone unnoticed in the years since he’d been home from active duty? The alarm sounded again. “Millie, sweetheart, time to check the must.”
“Mmmmm.” She smiled, eyes still shut, hand sliding down his side, coming to rest at his hip bone. “I like being n***d with you.”
Her words warmed him to his toes. “I like it too, and the soo
