Bram's touch pulled Dahlia from sleep. She groaned and burrowed deeper under the covers.
"I need to make sure…"
"Don't care," she mumbled, eyes still closed. "Let me sleep."
His lips brushed hers as his arms encircled her. The tension gradually melted from her shoulders.
"I know you're upset. But Dahlia, he was deceived too. He had no idea what would happen. Try to remember that, okay?"
Tears slipped down her cheeks. Bram wiped them away with his thumb. "No more tears," he whispered against her lips. "No more."
Dahlia leaned into his chest, breathing in his familiar scent until her heartbeat steadied.
"Bram? What time is it?"
"Do I have to tell you?" he asked.
A reluctant laugh escaped her. "Yes, please."
"Eight. Don't panic, Hunter's with Mr. Mel, and you're working from home to
