He made a vow to fetch the woman back through time. 'Twas a task not taken lightly. But he had not predicted her stubbornness or her beauty. The petite woman with the tenacity of a mule may just find a way into his roguish heart.
Jenny felt warm, safe, and very comfortable. So much so she didn't want to open her eyes. That is until her pillow moved.
She fell very still and lifted her lids. A chin with a rather strong looking jaw covered in a day old fair-haired beard was barely a breath away from her face. This close she had no trouble seeing the slight cleft faintly hidden beneath the stubble.
With a gulp she lifted her head, dying to get a really good look at Ian Southernland. Without her glasses she had to be nearly nose-to-nose with the man to see him, and this was her only chance, because she didn't believe for one minute that they would find a peddler with glasses, least of all one with any strong enough to make much of a difference. Regardless of how many wishes she made.
Praying Ian was still sound asleep, his deep breathing hinting that he was, she let her gaze travel along his powerful jaw across his features. She was stunned, awed, and thoroughly amazed at how right Tuck had been. He was the very image of her Prince Charming. He was beautiful.
There was a hitch in his breathing and she suddenly found a pair of startling blue eyes peering back at her. She licked her lips as she struggled for something coherent to say while her limbs had locked in place, but what? Sorry I slept on you?
Those amazing eyes darkened, sending her good sense to the farthest edge of the planet, and she pressed her mouth to his. He was not appalled by her actions, quite the opposite. Like a whisper, he teased and tormented her with his lips, warm and soft, and full of sin.