Chapter 73

Elvira

I woke up to warmth. A heavy, steady warmth pressed into my side, lulling me in a small space between sleep and wakefulness. For a second, I thought I was in my own bed, maybe in a dream and a place that smelled like tobacco and sandalwood. Then something shifted, an arm, heavy and muscular, tightened around my waist.

My eyes flew open, a face rested inches from mine. Peaceful, soft and masculine. Jaxon!

I didn’t scream, I almost did. My breath hitched instead, and I jerked ...