She woke up with Sir's body wrapped around hers. Settling further into his warmth, she tried to believe everything would be okay.

"He's gone but he'll return to us," he whispered with conviction.

"I'm not sure what to do." Her hand rested on his arm as his laugh rumbled from his chest and sent shivers clear to her toes. It was his teasing laugh that often meant trouble.

"We're going for a jog, and then eating breakfast."

Angel squeezed the taut muscle ...