Sandy woke up instantly and lay awake for a moment, mentally reviewing the day’s schedule and listening to the cheerful country tune. The music took a little bit longer to penetrate McCade’s sleep-soddened brain, and he stirred, then muttered something unintelligible, burrowing down under the covers.Sandy reached across him to shut off the radio and he grabbed her, pulling the covers over their heads.“Good morning,” he said, his voice thick and raspy with sleep. He kissed her and the stubble on his unshaven face was rough against her cheeks.She had to get up. She had meetings all morning. But as he kissed her one more time she felt herself melt. She was going to be late—again.It had been a week since they’d returned from the Grand Canyon. It had been a week full of laughter and lovemaking, a week to learn all about Clint McCade on this new level, a week to get used to waking up to find him in her bed.But she couldn’t get used to any of it. She wasn’t sure she ever would.
