“How’re you feeling?”
“My head still aches but not as bad as before.” The
mattress sank as she sat on the edge. “You look
exhausted.”
Her hair hung around her face in soft waves. The bruising
had darkened, but her eyes were a clear, beautiful green.
“I’ll survive. Obviously you’re fine, so I’ll get a
couple hours sleep now.”
“Come here, then.” She held out a hand. “The floor can’t
be very comfortable.”
“It’s not bad. The carpet is nice and thick.”
“Well, the bed is better. Come on, Kane. You won’t be any
use to me or anyone else if you don’t get some sleep.”
“That’s true.” He stood and snapped off the light then
stretched out beside her.
Rachel curled up against him. “Kane?”
“Yes.” Turning on his side, he stroked the hair away from
her face.
“Will that man come after me again?”
His hand stilled. He wouldn’t sugarcoat the truth. “More
than likely he will. Psychos who are fixated the way this
one seems to be usually don’t give up until they’re
caught.”
“I’m scared.”
He pulled her tight against him. “It’s okay to be
worried. It’ll make you cautious.” He pressed a hand to
the soft curve of her breast. “Know in your heart I won’t
let anything happen to you. I’ll keep you safe. You can
count on it.”
She hugged his hand against her. “Thank you.”
His chest tightened with emotion. “Go back to sleep.”
With Rachel in his arms, he finally let his guard down to
relax into oblivion.