Georgia's POV:

The next morning, I wake to the sound of the shower running.

There's a steamy mug of coffee on the bedside table next to my alarm clock. Stretching, I sit up and reach for the mug, breathing in its rich aroma.

The shower stops and less than three minutes later, Walker is walking out of the en-suite and into our bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. As always, he looks far too good. So good in fact that it's almost criminal that we have to go to ...