Chapter 45 Morning Light At The Crescent Hall Hotel

• Golden light spilled into the room through sheer curtains, casting soft amber across the wide hotel bed. The air was warm with the scent of linen, cedar, and something distinctly male—Alexander.
• Jenna stirred beneath the thick quilt, her body sore in the sweetest way, her skin still tingling where he had touched her hours before. A low, contented sound slipped from her throat as she blinked sleepily, blinking into the hazy sunlight.
• She was cocooned against him—her back tucked to his chest, his arm heavy over her waist, their legs tangled. His breath brushed against the curve of her neck, even and steady.