All her law enforcement training might be responsible, but she realized quickly that while the surroundings weren’t familiar, she knew where she was. Knew that was Slater with his arm draped over her, and that the moonlight slanting through the window when she dozed off had given way to a faint hint of dawn. The bed was too small to share with Slater, whose rangy body took up almost the entire space. He lay sprawled in a relaxed pose next to her, breathing evenly. Grace rose up on one elbow and watched him, resigned to the fact that their early-morning return to the ranch house would be duly noted and the correct conclusions reached. A walk of shame would ensue when she went back wearing the same clothes as she had the night before. Facing his family—and Ryder—with some semblance of dignity would be a challenge, to put it mildly. Why did she have the feeling Slater would just shrug it off, tell her to not worry about it? She started to move away, but to her surprise the arm around her waist instantly tightened.
