Jill gave her a soft smile then cleared her throat. “Will you tell me about your dad? If it’s not too hard, I mean.”

“Sure.”

Jill patted her thigh. “Put your head in my lap.”

Reagan followed her direction and stretched out on the couch, resting her head on Jill’s leg. Immediately, Jill ran her fingers through Reagan’s hair. “Mmm. That feels wonderful. So, what would you like to know?”

“Everything. Whatever you feel like sharing.”

Reagan regaled Jill with several stories about her dad. Some she had experienced firsthand, while others had been told to her over the years. They took her back to happier times before her dad was ever sick. With each story, a peace seemed to come over her, healing a little of her broken heart.

Reagan slowly became aware of something rubbing against her arm. “Huh? What’s going on?” she mumbled. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room. The lights were dim but she could see enough to realize she wasn’t at home. She was covered with a blanket, something she didn’t remember doing. When she rolled onto her back, she felt the warmth from a hand that now rested on her chest. She looked up, and met Jill’s amused, brown eyes.

“Hey, you.”

“Hey, yourself. How long have I been out?”

Jill turned her wrist, looking at her watch. “A couple hours. It’s just after midnight.”

Reagan rubbed her face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s okay. You were cute.”

“I doubt that. I should get out of your hair.” Reagan wanted to sit up but she decided against that once Jill started massaging a line between her breasts. The touch was soothing at first, but once Jill slipped her hand under her shirt and continued the same motions, Reagan’s body had a slightly different reaction. “Mmm. You keep doing that and I might not want to leave.”

Jill’s fingers grazed her nipple through her bra. “You don’t have to, you know?”

Reagan stilled her movements and sat up, dislodging Jill’s arm. “Don’t have to what?”

“You don’t have to leave.” Jill leaned in, stopping when her mouth was a breath away from Reagan’s lips. “Stay. Please.”

Reagan closed the distance for a gentle kiss. When she pulled back, she met Jill’s gaze and whispered, “Okay.”

Jill stood and held out her hand. “Come on. I’ll get you something to change into.”

Jill pulled her from the couch and they faced each other. “Or I don’t have to wear anything at all,” Reagan said into Jill’s ear before dropping a soft kiss right below it.

Jill swallowed. “I have no objections to that.”

“Didn’t think you would.” Reagan reached under Jill’s shirt, trailing her fingers along her sides. “Take me upstairs, Jill.”