Layne paced the wooden planks of the back deck as a woodpecker knocked in the distance. The rustic scenery behind the cottage did little to divert his thoughts. He came to a stop near the steps, remembering how he’d stood in the same spot yesterday, avoiding Heaven’s watchful eyes.
He peered over his shoulder, gazing over at the patio table. It was there that Heaven had cut him off, preventing his retreat into the house. She should have left him alone. Then he wouldn’t have kissed her. Again.
Damn it.
Why couldn’t he control himself whenever she was near? If Dylan found out what he did…
“Stop it,” he growled to himself.
He needed to get his s**t together and control his abilities. He’d be protecting the most powerful Seeker.
Why had Fate entrusted him to protect such a gift? Heaven n
