CHAPTER EIGHT
Anna sat there for a short time staring at the door after Blake walked out. She had her knees drawn up to her chest, her arms wrapped about them tightly. She was still shaking, not so much from the dream, or the cold, as from Blake’s having been so close. And his touch. She shivered again thinking about it. She had wanted him to stay. Wanted him to do more than just talk to her. Damn the man for being so good hearted as well as sexy as hell. He made her want things she wasn’t sure she could ever have now. Not with everything that had happened. Everything that might still happen.
Finally, Anna took a deep breath, got up, dressed in dark blue jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, and left her room. It was warm enough not to need her jacket, so she left it in the room. She told herse
