Gina was aware of Owen coming in and out, saying something…she couldn’t remember, and then waking sometime in the middle of the night to the soft, steady breathing of another human being nearby.
She hadn’t had that sound in her bedroom since her freshman year of college. After that, she’d decided she wanted to live on her own, and she’d picked up extra hours on any job she could find to make it happen.
After all, she’s had enough of sleeping two or three or even sometimes four to a bedroom.
Her heart pounded out a syncopated rhythm as she tried to figure out what had happened. Her head hurt so bad tears came to her eyes. She closed them, because the pain lessened when she wasn’t trying to search through the darkness for things she couldn’t see anyway.
The smell of musky cologne and wil
