Chapter Thirteen
Grizz’s dreams were fevered that night. The taste of Patty lingered on his tongue. His palms itched to be full of her. Her sweet scent filled his head every time he inhaled. Her soft sighs of rest crashed into his ears all his waking hours.
She was so close, yet so far.
He spent most of the night gazing up at her from his place on the floor. Her arm lay curled on the pillow. Her cheek rested heavily in the crook of her elbow. The cloud of red hair rested on her shoulders. Her beautiful features were soft under cover of night.
Grizz wanted to run his fingers over the fine hairs at her temple. He wanted to brush his lips across her closed eyelids. He wanted … her.
The scary thing was that he could have her.
She was his wife. His partner. His responsibility. From now un
