Chapter 30
Allen
Holding Brielle as she sleeps should not feel so good. So natural. So completely and utterly right.
But it does, and it takes my breath away to realize what that could mean.
I have not been this close to a woman in years – by design. But now, I feel this stirring deep in my chest, something I thought had left me forever when Mary did.
Protectiveness. Longing.
But it is much more than that. I feel… complete for the first time in a long, long time.
I tilt my head down to Brielle’s hair and take in her soothing vanilla scent as I listen to her breathing become deep and even, and sleep overtakes me.
I wake sometime around sunrise, startled at first that I am not in my own bedroom. Then I feel Brielle sigh in my arms, and I look down.
At some point in the night, I roll
