Ruger woke the next morning to find Krissi already awake and watching him.
“What’s your real name?”
“What?” He frowned, not sure where the question had come from. He wasn’t awake enough to figure out why she was asking him this.
“I know they call you Ruger, but that can’t be your real name, your legal one.”
He looked at her a second. “Wyatt,” he said after a moment. “Why?”
“I was curious.” Krissi shrugged the shoulder on the side she wasn’t laying on. “Hmm. Wyatt.” She swirled one finger across his chest. “I like it.”
“No one’s called me that in years. I’m not sure I’d even answer to it anymore.” Talking about it made him uncomfortable. No one had used his given name since Ashley died nearly ten years before. Trying to avoid telling her about his haunting past, he changed the topic.
