Sage

A groan clawed its way out of my throat as consciousness dragged me back. My head throbbed like someone had taken a hammer to it—steady, vicious pulses behind my eyes. I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains, expecting the sparse guest room I’d claimed last night.

Instead, I was back in the master bedroom. Our bedroom. The one I’d walked out of with a duffel bag and a stubborn resolve.

My gaze drifted down, and my breath caught.

Eve was curled against me, asleep in my arms, her head tucked under my chin, one small hand resting on my chest. Her hair spilled across the pillow...