Baird’s POV

I felt the hard cottage floor beneath me before I opened my eyes, but I was used to discomfort. Though I was still wounded, I had slept better than I had in a long time. I stretched one arm above my head, but realized I couldn’t move the other. I opened my eyes and glanced down. Serena was curled around my arm, but of her hands wrapped around it and her face pressed against my bicep.

A smile tickled my lips. The woman almost looked like a ...