Olivia rubbed her eyes, feeling exhaustion start to creep up on her now. It had taken her a long time to fall asleep the night before, despite knowing that Dallas was just inside the front door on the sofa, and that he had alarms on all his windows. She just couldn’t shake the feeling of malicious eyes on her, and she had laid awake in the dark for hours, afraid to close her eyes.
When she did finally fall asleep, she dreamed that she was in her bathtub again, unable to move. In her dream, the door burst open and a man with a knife stood there, grinning at her. She’d woken up with a start, wondering how Dallas would react if she crawled onto the sofa next to him.
Would he take her in his arms and soothe her to sleep again? He was so hard to read sometimes, with those clear, hard blue e
