Under His Wings (2013)
“Her internal alarm clock blared the six o’clock hour with an annoying ring that refused to let her burrow back under the covers for a few extra moments of sleep. With an irritated grumble, she stretched out her arm, seeking warm, hard flesh, but instead encountered a cool jumble of blankets.
Damn.
For an instant, sorrow and disappointment crashed down on her like a cruel dousing of frigid ice water. A dream. That’s all it’d been—that’s all it ever was. After three years of fantasies about her winged warrior, she should be used to waking up alone. Yet the knowledge didn’t prevent the initial despair or loneliness from claiming her in that gloaming between sleep and wakefulness. It was like the morning following Christmas Day, after the excitement and joy of the holiday had passed. And the time before it came around again stretched an interminable three hundred and sixty-five days forward.
Shoving the regret aside along with the covers, she rose from the bed and padded across the hardwood floor.
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