Thursday, October 19th, 7:15 AM

Honey woke wrapped in Grayson's arms, sunlight streaming through gaps in his bedroom curtains. His chest rose and fell against her back, his breath warm on her neck. For a moment, she allowed herself to simply exist in that peace before reality intruded.

Work. They both needed to be at work.

She shifted slightly, and Grayson's arms tightened around her waist.

"Don't even think about it," he murmured against her shoulder.

"We have a big meeting about Nortons ...