“I don’t think you’re a coward,” Meriwa mumbled, the vibrations sinking into his chest where her face was turned toward his sternum.
Walker was surprised enough that he lifted his bleary head; he thought she’d fallen asleep a while ago when her sobs had quietened down to something more like gentle, steady breathing. He was halfway there himself, almost nodding off, despite being very aware of the sun beginning to tint the horizon through the window.
“My track record speaks for itself, älskling,” he whispered back, his throat a little on the scratchy side, “but I appreciate you saying so.”
His breath stirred the hair on top of her head and he resisted the urge to perch his chin atop it or, better yet, brush a kiss there. She’d let him away with it earlier, when she’d been crying, he dou
