βHowβre you feeling?β
βMy head still aches but not as bad as before.β The
mattress sank as she sat on the edge. βYou look
exhausted.β
Her hair hung around her face in soft waves. The bruising
had darkened, but her eyes were a clear, beautiful green.
βIβll survive. Obviously youβre fine, so Iβll get a
couple hours sleep now.β
βCome here, then.β She held out a hand. βThe floor canβt
be very comfortable.β
βItβs not bad. The carpet is nice and thick.β
βWell, the bed is better. Come on, Kane. You wonβt be any
use to me or anyone else if you donβt get some sleep.β
βThatβs true.β He stood and snapped off the light then
stretched out beside her.
Rachel curled up against him. βKane?β
βYes.β Turning on his side, he stroked the hair away from
her face.
βWill that man come after me again?β
His hand stilled. He wouldnβt sugarcoat the truth. βMore
than likely he will. Psychos who are fixated the way this
one seems to be usually donβt give up until theyβre
caught.β
βIβm scared.β
He pulled her tight against him. βItβs okay to be
worried. Itβll make you cautious.β He pressed a hand to
the soft curve of her breast. βKnow in your heart I wonβt
let anything happen to you. Iβll keep you safe. You can
count on it.β
She hugged his hand against her. βThank you.β
His chest tightened with emotion. βGo back to sleep.β
With Rachel in his arms, he finally let his guard down to
relax into oblivion.