She could have been lying on the dirty ground for a minute or a month. Her concept of time was lost with her consciousness. Sure that the sensation of his fingertips on her cheekbone was an illusion, she turned toward the touch, appreciating the dream while it lasted.
“Come on, baby, let me see those beautiful browns, open up.”
Swallowing the bitter taste from her mouth, Zara did her best to part her eyelids, and that was when she realized she wasn’t lying on the cold ground anymore. Her body was up, not all the way because her feet were still touching asphalt, but her upper body was on something warm, something solid, something familiar.
“Brodie,” she said, immediately recognizing her mistake. “Uh... Raven. I—”
“Open your eyes for me, baby,” he said, and she didn’t like the concern in
