The next morning, Dallas was wide awake at six o’clock, as usual. He turned over on the sofa in the living room and stretched, wincing a bit at the cramp in his muscles. Bodies like his weren’t really meant for sleeping on sofas, but he had wanted to be between Olivia and the front door. His loaded gun was on the floor next to him, since he knew that when dealing with the kind of fucker who’d been in Olivia’s house the night before, there was no such thing as having enough precautions in place.
He listened for a few seconds, his ears straining to hear if there was any movement in his bedroom yet, but all he heard was her soft breathing. Still out, then. Dallas quietly got to his feet, padded down the hallway and looked into the master bedroom.
She was curled up in his bed, her glorious r
