Emily woke slowly, languidly, stretched out, and clanked her hand against the bed rail of the hospital bed. A quick brush confirmed that the sheets and hospital gown once again covered her.
“How are we feeling this morning?”
Standard nurse question. One she most certainly wasn’t planning to answer directly.
“Fine.” Floating. “No more headache.” Liquid. “I’m hungry.” Smiling with every square centimeter of her body.
Her brain offered to dismiss last night as a mere dream, after all, Mark was in Southwest Asia. And they’d never said a word. Not a single word.
Yet her body insisted she’d been wide awake every single, solitary, soaring, rocketing instant of Mark’s exquisite attention to her tingling flesh. He’d taken her places she didn’t know you could go and still be alive afterward. Pl
