Erin regretted the words she had blurted. It was clearly out of line, and she could not stop replaying them in her mind.
“I was up all night thinking of you.”
She whispered it before she realized how deep it sounded, how vulnerable it made her. To her, it had been a mix of truth and impulse. She had thought of him that night, of the way he shielded her, of the intensity in his eyes that unsettled her. But she had also thought of her father, of the uncertain air around her husband, and of the confusing web she was caught in. Still, she feared Xander might take it differently, and worse, feel burdened by it.
When he left her room quietly that night, she wished he would say something, anything to break the tension. But the next morning someone else took his post. Angel. That alone convince
