It was morning already and Olive woke up in bed with a stir. She flapped her eyelashes gently, like a butterfly taking its first flight. She yawned and stirred again, then she spread her arms and hit something hard.

“Wayne?” she called and met eyes with him. He was sitting down, with his back resting against the headboard. He wore no shirt, and his waist down was covered by the blanket.

“Morning,” he said and smiled at her. She rubbed her eyes then hugged his ...