Sleep had been elusive since Bree had started sharing her bed with Trent, but that was okay with her. Listening to his heart beat beneath her ear, his arms around her, made her feel safe and settled in a way she’d never felt before, even if it meant she was tired most of the day.
Her gigs usually didn’t end until midnight, which meant she’d get home around 2:00 in the morning, earlier or later depending upon how far away they were. Then, she’d try to fall asleep for an hour or so, finally manage for a bit, and get up with him around 9:00. She knew that was sleeping in for him, that he’d be happier getting up with the sun, and the fact that he was willing to rework his entire schedule for her was just one more reason why Bree felt so unbelievably happy that Trent was finally her man.
