The next morning, she woke in Julien’s bed, curled up next to her mate. Lacey watched him sleep, enjoying the peaceful look on his beatific face. Then he opened an eye, giving her a cocky grin. “Morning.”

“Morning.” She laid her head in the crook of his arm, enjoying waking up to the sight of this powerful, beautiful man. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” Then he rolled over and kissed her neck, and whispered into her ear, “How about ...