“Exactly,” She sighed, already slipping into that sweet space between wakefulness and a deep sleep. Declan’s pat on her shoulder jolted her awake though; her eyes fluttered as she took a deep breath and sat up in her chair. “Mmm, it’s been a long day; think I can have a chamomile and spearmint in the same mug?”

She watched Declan move around the kitchen, smiling at how comfortably he navigated the space. “What about yourself? You said you had a lot of invitations to print?”