CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
My eight a.m alarm work me up just when my sleep was getting too good. Groaning, eyes still shut, I reached to shut it but someone else beat me to it. Wait, someone else? f**k! I’d recognize that scent anywhere. I’d fallen asleep in Dane’s arms after that talk. Well, at least I didn’t get to answer the question of whose hoodie this was or talk about having kids. I reached down, burying my nose into its hypnotizing masculine scent. A smile warmed its way up my cheeks at the thought of Benoit. Whether I wanted it or not, Benoit was my muse. Even when he was miles away, he somehow made me smile at the thought of him.
“Good morning, baby,” Dane’s deep voice greeted me as he forced his eyes open.
One way to ruin my morning.
I pecked him on the lips, smiling, “Good morning
