Chapter Thirteen
When Krista awoke she noticed it was raining harder than ever. It was also cold as an operating room. The logs in the fireplace were little more than glowing embers. JT was beside her, sound asleep, his arm around her waist, holding her against him.
She fought against her tears as she recalled how magical their coming together had been. Fought against the voice in her that said this should not have happened. The voice of accusation that said she was being selfish. That he was not of this Earth. That he would be leaving. That he had unintentionally stolen her heart and soul. And that she had somehow changed this spaceman forever.
Refusing to think about these ugly things for the moment, wanting to join JT into another session of lovemaking, she gently touched him. Though
