He rolled over, his nose leading him before his brain could even begin to register anything. There was the most delicious perfume in the air…

And then he was snuggled against something warm and amazingly soft and his eyes popped open. “What the—” he rasped out, before his brain finally caught up with the rest of him.

Oh. Right. He was in bed, like always, but this time, there was a Jennifer Kendall in bed with him.

Which was not like always.

Her face was slack and open and trusting, deeply asleep, and he took the opportunity to study her without her blushing or trying to change the subject or, heaven forbid, walking away. Her long, thick eyelashes laid like little miniature fans against her cheeks, hiding the brilliance of the green eyes underneath. He...

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