Back at home in bed, Caroline snuggled close to Victor. His arms around her felt so good, especially as the smell of food on her clothing had made her so nauseous that upon entering the house she had barely made it to the bathroom. Now, teeth brushed and just where she wanted to be, she felt a bit better. It doesn’t matter that I’ve been with this man only since Thanksgiving, not quite a month. This is the realest connection I’ve ever felt. Then she recalled the Nick Randall situation and tension crept her spine.
“Little teacher, you’re tight as a spring,” Victor commented, rubbing her back with one hand. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She didn’t want to worry him, so she tried to suppress the desire to pour out the whole story.
He petted her hair. “I can feel it in every muscle of your bod
