Softening Edges

He felt a flicker of curiosity. Wasn't the bed in the guest room far more comfortable than the couch?

Outside, a light rain continued to patter against the windows. The sound of wind and rain wove into a gentle, soothing rhythm, gradually lulling both the man and woman in the house toward sleep.

Declan came downstairs. He didn't lower his voice on Elise's account, yet to his surprise, she remained