The morning light broke through the blinds, spreading rays about the house. Dylan scanned the living room until he spotted Layne on the recliner. His arms sprawled above his head as his feet dangled over the footrest. Part of Dylan wanted to kick his a*s for getting drunk and disregarding his promise to watch over Heaven. Yet sympathy overruled the anger. Faith had put him through hell.
He pivoted on his heel and crept toward Heaven. He couldn’t wait to touch her and give in to the pull overpowering him. A surge of relief quivered in their bond as he kneeled beside her. She would wake any minute. Then he could stare into her beautiful eyes.
They opened a second later and locked onto him. A rush of sandalwood filled his nose as he buried it against her neck. The soothing scent erased the
