EMMA
My first conscious thought the next morning was that my air conditioner wasn't working. For one head-spinning moment, I panicked, thinking I was back at the trailer, and everything that had happened in the last eighteen months-my cabin, Noah, Deacon-was all a dream.
But after I blinked my eyes open, I realized that the air wasn't warm or muggy the way it was when I was in a building that didn't have a/c. No, it was just that there was something next to me that was emitting a crazy amount of heat.
When that something moved slightly and sighed, I remembered.
Oh. My. God.
I shifted my legs and winced a little. I was slightly sore; Deacon and I hadn't exactly taken it easy on each other last night. Or early this morning, for that matter. We'd more than made up for the year or so
