Dylan paced the bedroom floor for the hundredth time before kneeling down in front of Heaven. Now wasn’t the time for their connection to fluctuate. He needed to know her state of mind. Tapping into her emotions was the best way to accomplish that. No chance in hell of that happening now, not when her energy vibrated like a plucked guitar string.
“Heaven,” he whispered.
The heat of her hand wrapped around his wrist. “I’m fine. I think the confrontation had my heart pumping too much. Just relax.”
“I’ll kill him,” he growled, returning to his pacing. Damn him. His father needed to get it through his head that Dylan and Heaven were together.
Dylan’s mom spoke. “Don’t worry about your father, Dylan. I will handle him.”
It was just like his mom to battle with his father for him. She’d done
