Chapter Seventeen
Rhys closed his eyes and massaged his forehead. He’d read the last line five times and still hadn’t taken a word of it in. He shouldn’t expect any more at six in the morning when he’d worked the night through. Short of staring at the ceiling and waiting for sleep not to come, he’d opted to work through the night.
He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a week and it was taking its toll. A headache pounded behind dry eyes and his body ached in all his joints. Lack of sleep could do that to a man. And the reason for his lack of sleep—completely off limits.
Rhys wanted Sally back and he wanted her back now.
In his dreams, he’d killed O’Brien six ways to Heaven and still he woke to the knowledge that he seemed to have gotten away with his dirt again. This time, it had reall
