Chapter 12
I slept hard. After the rollercoaster of emotions the day before, I didn’t want to wake up. Only Wes nuzzling his nose along my jaw, and the rich aroma of coffee, finally made me open my eyes. I blinked blearily, then squinted at the sun streaming in through the windows. It took a great deal of effort to sit up. I gratefully took the cup Wes handed me.
After I drank half of the bitter brew, I muttered, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.”
Wes chuckled and crossed to the closet. He pawed through the hangers until he found a shirt he liked, then I nearly whimpered at the loss of his shoulders as he shrugged it on.
“You had a hard day yesterday.”
An understatement if I ever heard it. Learning a big secret about Wes, meeting his mother, finding out I had a hex on me, then he
