Chapter 67

• I woke up to the familiar sound of Ethan’s soft chuckle. My sight was blurry at first, but as it cleared, there he was again, sitting on the sofa by my bedside, two steaming cups of coffee in his hands. His grin was infuriatingly charming.
• “You forgot to lock the door again, Mrs. Bennett.” he teased, holding up one of the cups.
• Groaning, I smiled despite myself. “Is this going to be a daily thing now?” I mumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.