Chapter 17
The sound of passing cars woke Heaven as she struggled to open her eyes. She hadn’t slept long. Between worrying over someone tailing them, to worrying about Layne falling asleep at the wheel, she may have snuck in thirty minutes. The last sign she remembered seeing put Brightsville fifty miles away. They had to be near the exit.
Layne would have answers. She sensed his heat circling her. The zealous throb hinted to its new intensity, and his increased strength, but it spoke of something else. It spoke of his fear—of facing Dylan, their family, and their future.
Making love to him changed things—not just for him, but for her too. She loved Dylan, always would. Of all the things that had changed, loving Dylan wasn’t one of them. They were soulmates. Yet she couldn’t deny what
