She didn’t dream. And when she woke, felt incredibly grateful for that single, simple fact. More gratitude filled her when she saw Roarke in his perfect dark suit, with his perfectly knotted tie, in the sitting area with the cat across his lap and the stock figures scrolling by on the muted screen. The familiarity of it, the quiet routine of it kept worry at bay another few minutes. It wouldn’t be an easy day, she knew. She had to prepare for long, for hard, but to have this to start that long, hard day? A gift.
