“He’s in recovery and still unconscious. Mrs. Carlson, you can pop back for a short visit. I suggest everyone else come back tomorrow when he’s awake.”

“Thank you, Dr. Navarro,” Harlow said.

Rome jerked his chin. “I’ll stay with Mrs. Carlson.”

Easton nodded. “Mrs. Carlson, you’re welcome to stay the night with us.”

“Please call me Eleanor, Easton. And no. I’m staying here.”

Easton ran a hand over Harlow’s hair. She turned to him and he pulled her close.

* * *

Since Easton hadn’t slept the night before, it didn’t surprise Harlow that she woke first the next morning.

Warmth spread through her. She got to watch him sleeping.

Her father was alive, and the knife had been returned. Her mom and her sister were safe. Right now, Harlow could just breathe, and enjoy watching her man sleep.

She was on her belly, and he was on his side, facing her, with one muscled arm a delicious, heavy weight across her lower back.

God, he was so handsome.

Not sleek and pretty. No, he was ruggedly handsome. Even in sleep, he didn’t look boyish. The sharp blade of his nose, his high cheekbones, and ink-black lashes resting on his cheeks. There was so much to take in. Stubble covered his jaw, and his Italian heritage was stamped all over him.

With a happy sigh, she nestled into the pillow and watched him. Finally, she got to see him totally relaxed. She already knew that he was bad at switching off, too busy trying to outrun the darkness of his past. She smiled. She’d help him with that. Help him learn to relax.

This amazing man was in love with her. She reached up and traced his full bottom lip. He shifted a little, his arm tightening on her.

She moved closer and ghosted her lips over his, then let her hands stroke down his pecs.

As her fingers stroked his stomach, his eyes opened.

“Good morning, Mr. Norcross,” she whispered. She slipped her hand inside his boxers. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock.

“It’s a very good morning, Ms. Carlson.” His voice was rumbly with sleep.

His mouth took hers and she kissed him back, all the while stroking his cock. It hardened under her touch.

Mmm-mmm.

Easton muttered a curse. His hand pulled her closer, then it shifted and slid inside the loose leg of her shorts.

Harlow gasped.

He touched her clit, toying with it before sliding a finger deep inside her.

She moaned, and stroked his cock faster. They tormented each other, Harlow riding his hand while he thrust his hard cock into her fist.

She was coming apart at the seams, a big orgasm brewing. She needed him inside her. Connected to her.