Stacey lay in the circle of Fisher’s arms, listening to him breathe in…and exhale. He’d fallen asleep ten minutes into the movie he’d ordered, exactly as he’d said he would. Stacey didn’t mind. There was something oddly comforting about having him asleep beside her. The scent of his skin filled her nose, and she smiled in the darkness.
She should go. Get up and tiptoe toward the door without waking him. But she also knew he needed his rest and he wouldn’t get it on the couch in the living room when the bed in the suite was so much better.
Assets to protect.
Assets to protect.His words rang through her mind no matter how she tried to push them out.
I trust you.
I trust you.She’d felt the truth in both statements, and she admired the fact that he’d made mistakes in the past but wasn’t w
