(Mira)
I woke up the next morning to sunlight coming through my window.
I'd barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could think about was Ridge. The kiss. The way he'd looked at me when he said I was his.
And the voicemails from my family.
I got up and got dressed. Jeans and a sweater. Fixed my hair. Looked at myself in the mirror.
I went downstairs around ten. The bar was closed. Hank wasn't around. It was just me and the quiet.
I made coffee and sat at one of the tables. Tried to figure out what I was going to say.
I was still sitting there when I heard a vehicle pull up outside. Then the door opened. Ridge walked in.
He stood there looking at me with those eyes that saw too much.
"Morning," he said.
"Morning." I looked at him. "Did Hank give you a key?"
"Yeah. The Sp
