Chapter Six
WYATT LISTENED TO HER breathe as she slipped into sleep. She was soon making a low purring sound. Not quite a snore, but more a sound of contentment. He could relate, feeling the best he’d felt in years with her just like this. His arms tightened inadvertently around her, making her whimper slightly in her sleep, when the fear of losing her shot through him. He’d barely found her again, and had barely allowed himself to acknowledge the need he had for her. She was in danger as long as she was with him, and he couldn’t keep her at his side.
The realization rocked him, making him once again tighten his arms without thought. This time, she didn’t whimper. She simply snuggled closer, her arms that had grown limp during sleep briefly tightening around him before her body relaxed a
