Grace's POV

The scent of coffee and bacon woke me. I couldn't drink the coffee, but the bacon was fair game. I blinked against the morning light, reaching automatically for Hunter, but his side of the bed was empty, sheets cool to the touch. Then I grinned, no idiot of course he wasn't there, Hunter was the one cooking. If he kept this up, he might be worth keeping around.

I sat up, pushing hair from my face, my body pleasantly sore from last night. We'd made love once more after the bath, ...