She opened her eyes to look at him. “I am. Are you?”
“I’m great.”
“Even though you barely slept?”
“I can sleep when I’m dead.”
She handed the mug to him. “Don’t say that.”
He took a sip and gave it back to her. “Okay, I won’t.”
“Why are you up so early?”
“Got to hit my meeting at eight.”
“Oh. Right.”
Jace reached out to caress her face. “Last night was amazing.”
“Yes, it was.”
“And it doesn’t feel weird this morning.”
“Not for me.”
“Me either.” He leaned in to kiss her. “I’ve got to go. Are you going to be around later?”
“I have to see Laura and Owen at the hotel in a bit, but nothing after that, although I did promise you a haircut today.”
“We can do that any day. Let’s go to the beach or something before I have to work.”
“That sounds good.”
He kissed her again and handed the mug of coffee to her. “I’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay.”
Jace made it to the doorway before he turned around and came back, bending over the bed to kiss her one more time. “There,” he said. “That ought to hold me until later.”
Cindy watched him go, smiling like a kook as memories from the most sensual night of her life played like a dirty movie in her mind.