Still seeing stars, Meg didn't quite register what was going on until the mass beneath her shifted and she found herself encircled by a pair of muscular arms, vision obscured by a scarred chest that was only too familiar. Breathless for reasons entirely separate from her impromptu landing, she shifted in his arms to stare wide-eyed at his sleeping face. Good, he hadn't yet realized she was here. If she could just squirm out of his embrace, she could escape with her pride intact and...

...she paused, unable to look away from his face. Faint lines of age had already started carving into the chiseled stone, mostly around his eyes and mouth, but it only served to make him all the more irresistible. His was a face with character, not just some pretty boy sculptors in Greece would moon over. She lifted her hand to lightly touch the rough stubble of his jaw, her expression softening.