Lying on the bed with Krissi in his arms and pulled safely against him, he felt her body relax as she drifted off to sleep. He thought about each bruise he’d found earlier. Every one of them had made him want to kill the man who’d put them there. He lay tense and fuming for several minutes before she shifted in his arms. It dawned on him that she was probably sensing the tension in his body and his anger was likely affecting her sleep, so he pushed the images of her injuries from his mind and did his best to focus on the feeling of her in his arms. The touch of her hand, the warmth of her skin, the scent of her hair. Calming himself, he was finally able to drift off to sleep.
Ruger woke and his first thought was for Krissi. Where was she? Was she okay? It was dark in the room, which meant
