Celeste Grant's body fell onto a soft bed. At the same time, a hand grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the pillow beside her.
A weight pressed down on her.
It felt a little heavy.
A festive red filled her vision, but she was the only one on the bed. No, that wasn't right—someone was pinning her down, but she couldn't see them. She'd wanted to struggle at first, but the moment she made contact with the other person, Celeste Grant went still.
It was Javier Sinclair.
She was very familiar with this aura, this build.
Celeste Grant recognized him instantly.
One of her hands was held against the pillow, but the other was free. Celeste Grant reached out and accurately found his face.
"Husband, it really is you."
"Husband… What nonsense are you spouting?"
A deep voice sounded by her ear. As Celeste Grant watched, Javier Sinclair's form materialized before her.
