Remy slept as soundly as he did on tournament nights, but better, not so exhausted. His dreams were filled with beaches and swamps and a dark eyed laughing woman holding a toddler on her hip as she danced with a pet gator.
The morning light through the window hit his face and woke Remy slowly. Groaning softly, he tightened his hold on the pillow in front of him and buried his head in the fragrance that had been haunting his dreams. The pillow shifted a bit and Remy gave it a comforting squeeze as he tried to pull himself out of the best sleep he'd had in a long long time.