It was early in the morning before Brandy was finally allowed to succumb to exhaustion. She fell asleep wrapped in a pair of muscular arms, secure in her lover’s embrace. Secure, for the moment, in the fact that against all odds, she had managed to find a storybook hero to sweep her off her feet—and not sweep her under the rug.
One night, she reminded herself as she burrowed against the man’s bare chest. She hadn’t been promised anything beyond that.
But God, it had been worth it.