Two hours later, Dallas carefully sat up, trying to not disturb Olivia. He wanted to stay right where he was, with her warm body curled up against his, but he was worried that he’d fall asleep. And no way he was going to do that – not with that fucker still out there somewhere.
He slid out of his bed, retrieved his boxers and jeans. He picked up the gun, and settled back into the chair again; he watched Olivia sleeping, and a sense of contentment and completeness washed over him, amazing him with its sweetness. She was just so gorgeous, inside and out, and he was sure he’d never stop being grateful that she wanted him too. Dallas simply couldn’t believe that she had let him inside – in every sense of the word – and that she trusted him, looked to him to keep her safe.
Dallas got to his
