Chapter 47

• FOR the second time that morning, Megan woke up with Oliver warming her bed. Even though the rhythm of his heartbeat and breathing felt too good to be true, she enjoyed every second. She knew things would change once the storm moved on, and she basked in the continuous delight of his companionship while she had the chance.
• So they woke up lazily, half-naked, and him in a pair of Megan’s loose black pajama bottoms, and wandered to the kitchen for breakfast. He cooked as she played with her new laptop, and then he fiddled with the milk frother while holding a canister of gourmet cocoa powder.
• Megan pointed at him over the top of the laptop’s screen. “It’s one button. Why do you look alarmed?”