Mia Grant wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but whenever Silas Grant was near, she always slept a little better than usual.
Maybe it was the sense of security, maybe it was the force of habit, or maybe... she was just tired.
At seven in the morning, Silas Grant was already up.
After coming out of the bathroom, he picked up his jacket, which was hanging to one side.
Fastening the buttons on his suit jacket, he turned and walked quietly toward the bed.
Mia Grant was still asleep.
She liked to curl up on her side when she slept. Sometimes, worried it was bad for her spine, he would deliberately straighten her out as he held her to sleep. But the moment he let go, she would revert to her old ways.
Like a little snowball, with half her face buried in the soft comforter.
His buttons fastened, Silas Grant leaned over and gently pulled down the edge of the comforter that was covering her mouth and nose.
She was sleeping soundly, showing no signs of waking.
