Spinelli sunk into the deep leather chair in his hotel room, pulling Shannon onto his lap along the way. No suite for them, just a simple room. All he ever needed from this day forward was her. She leaned her head against his shoulder; her slow even breaths warmed his neck. She molded to him, fitting perfectly.
It didn't surprise him that it took only seconds for her to fall asleep.
She'd had quite the couple of days.
He inhaled deeply and took in the tantalizing scent of her fiery-red hair. The fragrance reminded him of a bright spring morning. He pressed his lips lightly to her forehead. She didn't even stir. Her milky-white skin looked heavenly to him. Not wanting to wake her, he fought the urge to reach up and run his fingers over her soft, smooth cheek.
Though she looked tiny and
