The fire had long since dwindled into glowing embers by the time dawn crept through the high windows of the estate. Pale light spilled across velvet curtains, brushing golden warmth over tangled limbs and tousled hair.
Samantha was the first to stir, though only barely. She cracked one eye open, instantly aware of three very heavy, very large men pinning her down in varying degrees of possessive sprawl.
Callum was half draped over her like a wolf who'd claimed his favorite pillow. His arm tightened instinctively when she shifted, his breath hot against her neck.
Marcus was solid at her back, steady as stone, his hand across her waist. And Kai, naturally, had the gall to look angelic in sleep—dark lashes fanned against his cheeks, lips parted in a faint smile, his grip relaxed but firm.
Samantha sighed, amused despite the stiffness in her shoulder. My life used to be simple. And lonely. And now it's… this.
