Chapter 17
Delia woke, warm in Garrett’s arms. She smiled against his shoulder. She’d finally gotten her wish—to wake up beside him. The wispy light of morning filtered through the windows. She slowly pushed up on her elbow, careful not to disturb him, and looked outside. The sky was hazy. The sun had yet to rise from behind the mountains across the bay, but it was being shepherded in with streamers of lavender and pink shot through with soft rays of gold.
She looked down at Garrett. The sheet had fallen away from his chest. The bruising had set in around his shoulder in deep shades of purple and blue. Her stomach tightened. She forced herself to look away. She couldn’t doubt the depth of her feelings for him, but she didn’t think it was wise to let her too-hopeful heart forget the need
