Her slender arms were pillowed beneath her head, her lashes—as delicate as a butterfly’s wings—resting peacefully against her cheeks. She was deep in sleep.
A healthy, rosy flush warmed her pale cheeks, and the air she breathed out was impossibly sweet. Her fragrance seemed to perfume the entire hospital room.
He hadn't slept a wink during his business trip these past few days. Without her scent,
















