Chapter Eleven
Annie swore she had died and gone to heaven—or close to it. She turned her head on the pillow, resting to face her husband, who was lying next to her in bed.
She closed her eyes, letting out a silent thank-you along with a sigh, so grateful that Sean was in bed with her again. When he lifted his arm up and rested his wrist against his forehead, it instantly had a knot tightening in her stomach. She could feel him distancing himself from her again.
“I know you’re awake, Annie, and that sounded a lot like relief, but it shouldn’t be,” he said. “This was…”
She put her hand on his arm as she rolled to her side to face him fully, holding the covers up over her breasts. She was touching him, but the blankets were a barrier between them. She slid her hand over his chest, loving
