She rubbed her neck. Two people sleeping on the sofa was romantic, but not necessarily good for the posture. She stretched and looked around. She could smell the aroma of good coffee. She pulled on Gaines’s soft comfortable shirt and walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a T-shirt and jogging pants. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said over his shoulder.

“Good morning.” She resisted the temptation of rubbing her eyes. Sleeping with contact lenses is never a good idea. She blinked several times, urging her tear ducts to snap to it. “Coffee smells good.”

“Someone who owns a café encouraged me to buy one of these newfangled machines.” He nodded to the Ne-spresso coffeemaker.

“She must be a genius,” Luna cracked wise.

“I would have to agree.” He leaned over to give her a kiss, which she was more than happy to accept.

“How did you sleep?”

“I’m not sure if I did.” She stood behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his back. “When did the power come back on?”

“About an hour ago.”

“I must have been sleeping because I don’t remember hearing anything.”

“You were out like a light. Ha. No pun intended.”

“We seem to do that a lot, don’t we?” Luna observed, and let go of her affectionate death grip.

“We do. So, what would you like for breakfast? Bacon and eggs? Scones? Croissants?”

“I’ll start with coffee for now.” She took the cup from him and sat at the dining-room table. She looked at what she was wearing. His shirt. So much for the $500 she had spent on silk pajamas. She peered through the two-by-fours. “What’s on your agenda today?”

“Whatever you want.” Gaines brought his coffee into the dining area.

“I didn’t want to monopolize your day.” Luna was testing him.

“You are here. You are my guest. You have my undivided attention.”

“I appreciate that muchly.” And she did.

“Do you think we could spend a little time talking over my project?”

“You mean the mystery trunk?”

“I do.”

“Absolutely. By the way, you can stay as long as you want. If you want to go back tomorrow, that’s OK with me. I don’t have to be in until ten.”

Luna thought about it for a quick minute. “I need to get back.” She really didn’t, but she also didn’t want to overstay her welcome. They had finally reached a new level of intimacy, and she wanted to keep him wanting more. She remembered her mother’s favorite expression, “Don’t make yourself too available. Keep them chasing you until you’re ready to catch them.” As much as she wanted to spend more time with him, she didn’t want to come off as clingy. So many women do that after they cross the line of a sexual encounter. Especially if it was mind-blowing sex. Which it had been.