Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the master bed in soft gold. Becky stirred first, nestled in a warm cocoon of bodies. Ryder’s broad chest rose and fell steadily beneath her cheek. Mason’s arm was slung possessively over her hip. Caleb’s fingers rested lightly against her thigh, and Adrian’s breath ghosted across her shoulder from behind. For a long moment she simply lay there, savoring the unfamiliar luxury of waking up with all four of them and nowhere else to be.
No Micah needing breakfast. No security concerns. No world waiting to judge their unconventional family.
Just the gentle crash of waves and the faint call of seabirds.
She shifted slightly, and Ryder’s eyes opened, dark and already hungry. “Morning, wife,” he rumbled, voice sleep-rough. His hand slid do
