“You better go downstairs. I don’t want her upset tonight.”
He ran his hand along the length of my back, sending delightful ripples. “I will. I just wanted a few minutes of quiet time with you.”
I curled into him. “Quiet time sounds heavenly.”
As we cuddled together, his hand lazily drifted along my back, lulling me to sleep.
Sitting up straight in bed, I scoped the familiar room. Brett’s room. I wiped the perspiration from my brow, relieved the bad dreams had ended. But they hadn’t, not really. Tomorrow, Annie would stand trial . . . or not. I didn’t want to see her again. I didn’t want to see the violent hate in her eyes, directed at me. Always aimed at me.
My phone danced on the nightstand, vibrating itself nearly off the edge. I grabbed it before it fell. I had turned off the ring
