The bedroom was filled with a warm glow as the early morning sun filtered through the curtains. Bruce's firm chest against her back and his strong arm around her waist were the first things Amelia noticed as she slowly stirred. Recollections of the night before filled her mind, causing a smile to tug at her lips.

She moved a little, making an effort to look up at Bruce without waking him. His eyes were already open, watching her with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat, so it was a pointless attempt.

Bruce grumbled, his voice still husky from sleep, "Good morning."

Amelia grinned more broadly. "Good morning,"...