When her alarm went off, Miranda slapped the snooze and groaned, pulling the pillow over her head from long habit. God, she hated mornings. At least today her body felt deliciously used and relaxed. Maybe she could convince Ethan of the merits of quickie shower sex before work. That would sure as hell make up for the indignities of being awake at dawn. With that in mind, she stretched one foot out toward his side of the bed.
But there was no warm, willing man stretched out beside her. In fact, the sheets were cold. Miranda pulled her head out from the pillow and squinted over where he ought to be. He'd gone to sleep with her last night. She hadn't dreamed curling up around him. The scent of him still lingered on the pillow and on her. So where the hell was he?