This was the way he wanted to start every morning for the rest of his life.Morning? His eyes popped open to confirm what his brain already knew. The beginnings of a new day edged the shutters in hazy purple.“Shit,” he grumbled, sliding his arm out from underneath his sleeping beauty.Arm retrieved, he bent his head to nibble on her earlobe, instantly realizing the error of his ways as his body jumped to life. There were so many things he wanted to do at this moment.One, really. One thing he wanted to do at this moment. But time was not his ally today.“Wake up, Christy. We have to get out of here. We have a big day ahead of us.”A very big day, though between all the sharing and . . . well, sharing they’d done last night, he still hadn’t broken the really important news to her this morning.“Come on, sleepyhead,” he encouraged, sweeping the curtain of dark hair from her face. “We’ve got to get you back to your tower before the Tinklers get there.”“What?” Christiana rolled to her back, her eyes tightly shut.
