into bed with her, then reached over to turn off the bedside lamp; it plunged the room into darkness but for a little diffuse light that came in through the curtains.
That was enough for him to see Sarah’s face when he stretched out his arm so she could pillow her head on his shoulder. Turning to brush her hair off her sleepy-eyed face, his heart this huge, tight thing in his chest, he said, “Good night, sweetheart.”
Sarah’s lips curved. “Good night, gorgeous.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her lips as her eyes closed, brushed his hand over her abdomen in an unspoken good night to their baby, then he held her close and they slept.
ABE WOKE UP WITH THAT HEAVINESS in his limbs that came from a long, deep sleep where he hadn’t been chased by endless dark dreams. Stretching out, he reached for Sarah. She was gone, her space in the bed cool. “Sarah?” It came out a gritty rumble as he lay on his front, still not quite fully awake.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Walking out from the bathroom dressed only in a thigh-length robe tied at the waist, Sarah leaned over to kiss the back of his shoulder. Her hair was dry but damp at the ends and around the edges, her scent of some feminine soap that made him want to tug her freshly showered body into bed and make her dirty all over again.
“You were sleeping so deeply I didn’t want to wake you,” she said with a smile.
Happy now that he knew she was all right and not suffering from morning sickness or something, he reached for her. “Come back to bed.”
Avoiding his hand with a chuckle, she walked over to the vanity. “I’m starving.”
Turning his head, he saw her pull her hair into a neat knot on top of her head, then stick a bobby pin through it to hold the curly mass in place. He loved watching her do stuff like that. Normal stuff. Everyday stuff a wife would do in front of her husband. He wanted to wake up to such sights every damn day for the rest of his life.
“Want to go out for breakfast?”
“You’re as slow as a snail in the morning.” Affectionate words, laughter in her expression when her eyes met his in the mirror. “I’ll have pancakes and bacon ready by the time you make it down.” Blowing him a kiss, she headed out. “Don’t be late or I’ll eat it all.”
Forcing himself to move, Abe yawned again, stretched, then walked into the shower. His muscles ached slightly from last night’s lifting session, but nothing unusual. Just the good soreness that came from a session where he’d pushed himself until things were no longer easy. The hot spray felt good on his body, the water pressure just right.
Making quick work of it because he wanted to be with Sarah, he cleaned up, then dug out his toothbrush and brushed. He didn’t want to give her any reason to hesitate to kiss him—a man had to cover his bases when he was trying to win back his wife. He thought about shaving, but right now he was still in stubble territory and Sarah didn’t mind stubble.
Once dry, he emptied the duffel of a pair of fresh jeans and a shirt in dark gray with short, folded-back sleeves that made his arms look amazing.
Sarah liked his arms.
This was all about Sarah.
Dressed, he padded downstairs, following the sound of pumping music to the kitchen… to find Sarah dancing in front of the stove, her hands above her head and her body curving and swaying with the beat. The robe was thin, caressed her body like a lover. He leaned against the doorjamb and waited until she’d flipped out the pancakes currently on the griddle before walking over and tugging her into his arms.
“Dance with me.”
She switched off the stove with a deep smile, and then the two of them danced barefoot in the kitchen. Abe spun her out, caught her and a kiss at the same time before moving with her in time to the beat, one of his hands low on her back, the other on her hip. Sarah had perfect timing. He’d always loved dancing with her. It felt like they were one body as they moved past the stove and around the island.
Her long legs brushed against his every so often, her hands locked around his neck, her hips and ass moving with a feminine fluidity that made him