James didn't even look at Clara as he spoke, yet she couldn't shake the feeling he was up to something...
Following him upstairs, Clara changed into her pajamas and sank into the soft mattress beside him.
She'd braced herself for mischievous advances, but to her surprise, he didn't stir at all. Instead, he simply wrapped his arms around her from behind. Within moments, the steady rhythm of his breathing warmed her back.
He must've been exhausted. The thought of him rushing back through the night, then waiting up for her, filled her chest with tenderness—though part of her still couldn't believe this was real.
This man... maybe she really could depend on him.
Her fingers curled gently around his hand as she shut her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.
Between her own sleepless night an
