TWENTY-FIVE
Seeing her love again activated her dreams. Tulsi could feel his hands on her in the dark. In her dream that night, they had already made love. They lay together in her sheets in the apartment where they’d sent the others. Wreck drew his fingertips up and down her stomach, admiring her in his own way. Her sense of peace was at its height. She was happy, content, ready to face the future with the man she loved.
Closing her eyes, she relaxed, concentrating on her breathing, cleansing her soul. The scent of Wreck nearby centered her. With another deep breath, she inhaled him. Except… something triggered the hair on the back of her neck to rise. The scent. It wasn’t Wreck.
Fantasy merged with reality. Wreck’s scent wasn’t the one surrounding her anymore; the hand on her body was
