Chapter 59

• DARCY
• Waking up next to Tommy this morning, I was instantly swept up in a feeling that I was afraid to give a name. Flat on his belly, his legs tangled in the sheets, snoring a little, his back
• and cute little ass bared to the bright sunlight streaming in through the row of French doors along the piazza, he looked like a dream made real. I’d pressed featherlight kisses down his spine because he was there, and I could. I allowed myself to say and think a word that I had no right to…