Saturday morning Honey stirred first, her body pleasantly sore from the previous night's lovemaking. She stretched carefully, aware of Grayson's arm draped possessively across her waist. His steady breathing told her he was still asleep; she enjoyed watching him sleep, a rare moment of vulnerability for a man who always seemed in control.

She studied his face relaxed in sleep, the hard lines of determination softened. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his hair tousled. Something warm ...