Even the top pillow part looked thick and poofy. Max LeFevre eyed it skeptically, igniting a mini firestorm in his companion. “Oh, c’mon, Max. For the love of--” Max’s best friend, Alexa Harte, broke off on a frustrated sigh. “We’ve been looking at mattresses all day. My feet hurt. Can’t you just pick one and be done with it? Why the hell does it have to be just right?” He arched one brow at Alexa. “Because I’m like Goldilocks,” he murmured, carefully lying on the mattress. Alexa sat down on the next mattress over and pulled off her high heel, rubbing her tiny foot vigorously. “No, you’re the fucking Princess and the Pea,” she grumbled. Max chuckled. “That is truer than you know.” He wriggled around on the mattress, trying to get comfortable. Lying on his side, the mattress was great. Lying on his back was the problem. None of the mattresses he’d tried were good enough. They’d been to three stores before this one. He’d tried every mattress in each of the stores, searching for the one that would let him lie on his back.
