Chapter One Hundred and Eleven. Mabel,
Mabel’s Point of View.
Never have I slept so soundly, not since my sister Sarah’s death. Even before that, if the truth be told. Also, I am unsure if it is Cal’s bed, or the man himself that has me feeling so comfortable, as the sunlight peaks through the edges of his curtains, waking me from my slumber.
“Good morning,” the timber of Cal’s voice sends a shudder of desire through my body.
“Morning,” I grin up at him.
“What time is it?” I ask, worried because Marnie is usually up at the crack of dawn, and I haven’t heard a peep out of her.
“Eight am,” Cal grins at me and I almost dart out of the bed to check on my little girl.
“She is fine. The kids all had breakfast in bed, as a treat, and because it is their ‘change bedding day’. They are
