Loyd drove himself forward with a sudden, hungry urgency that sent Nina’s breath scattering. Her eyes flew wide, her lips parting with a sound she strangled as hard as she could. Panic flared through her when she saw Garry stir on the sofa, shifting as consciousness tugged him back into the waking world.
He blinked slowly, gathering his senses piece by piece. From where he lay, he saw only Nina. He couldn’t see Loyd behind her, couldn’t see the quiet storm hidden by her trembling shoulders. All Garry noticed was the flush on her cheeks, the faint sheen of sweat, the way she seemed out of breath.
He yawned lightly. “You alright, Nina?” he asked, still wrapped in a fog of drowsiness, unaware of the danger he drifted so close to.
Nina forced a steadiness she didn’t feel. She swallowed a ga
