Chapter Thirty-Two
The cool sheet drifted over her bare skin and slid down to her waist. Richard’s heavy breathing remained uneven. Maggie knew he couldn’t sleep. His body remained tight against her. His arm rested above his head, and she instinctively reached out and linked her fingers with his. She kissed his bare chest. He must not have known she was awake, because he touched the back of her head and caressed her in a tiny circle.
“Where are you?”
“Hmm?”
Even in the darkness, she could see the distraction in the lines that pulled around his face. “Go to sleep, it’s late,” she said.
He slid his hand away and roughly ran his fingers through his hair. His wall. At one time she had believed it was to shelter her and the children, but now she knew it was meant to keep her out. She rolle
