The following day, Crimson woke up. Her head was now on Solstace’s lap.
“I’m sorry, I…” she sat up quickly. “I didn’t mean to keep you uncomfortable all night.”
“Don’t. Don’t be sorry or apologize. You went through hell and needed to rest.” He put his hand delicately on her knee.
I wish I knew the right way to be here for you. Solstace’s gaze lingered on Crimson, his brow creased in silent contemplation. The least I can do is to let you sleep.
“I’ll go check what I can whip together for a snack.” He rose and strode to the kitchen cupboards.
Crimson’s eyes followed Solstace, a faint, amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Damn, fine man, she thought, even though I drooled all over him. What is wrong with me?
“Try this old coffee,” Solstace said, rummaging in the cupboard, u
