Chapter 22
I woke to the sound of the bedroom door opening. For a moment I wasn’t sure where I was or why, but the outline in the doorway brought it all back. I was at Alamo’s house, in his guest room, and he was back.
He was also walking back out of the room.
“Stop,” I said, sounding more asleep than awake.
“Ellen?”
“You shouldn’t leave,” I muttered, still blinking away the sleep. “I just napped, and . . .” My words drifted away as I tried to clear my mind. “I’m here. You’re here.”
“Is that a proposition?”
“Oh, hell, yes.” I started to sit up so I could get out of bed and go toward him.
Before I could do so, he was at the edge of the bed. He scooped me up and walked out of the room, holding me aloft like I weighed nothing. I was fairly certain that carrying me like that was imposs
