Something soft touched her face, brushing faintly against her cheek. It was warm, comforting. She turned her head on the pillow, burrowing her body a little deeper into the plush covers that welcomed her, beckoning her back into the deep sleep. She frowned as something moved the bed next to her, depressing the mattress. Then his scent, cigars, fresh air and cinnamon, reached out to her, wrapping her in the hazy, sexy comfort.

Sotza was here, with her.

Her frown turned ...