Heartbeat

Maeve’s eyes snapped open to dim morning light filtering through half-drawn curtains. Soft sheets, crisp linen scent, and a solid weight draped across her waist. She jolted upright, then paused, pulse hammering.

She had fallen asleep last night while in the middle of reading some documents and now…

She still wore her charcoal camisole and lounge shorts—nothing had changed there—but Garrick’s bar