Chapter 11: ConalMy sleep was dreamless, deep, and solid. I was refreshed when I woke again and better able to cope with the problems attacking from every side. Lying against the pillow, I inhaled deeply, enjoying those simple moments between sleep and alertness, before the realities of the world assaulted me again.
Blinking leisurely, I adjusted to the soft light in the tent, realizing night had fallen. I'd dozed off with Matt holding my hand, his presence a comforting reassurance.
Glancing around the tent, my gaze fell on Conal. He stood stiff and unyielding, arms cross over his broad chest, his gaze fixed on the small screened opening which looked out over the camp. In denims and a faded black t-shirt, he was as physically imposing as I remembered. His hair had grown longer, the ends
