The cold breeze of the wind passed through the window in the morning and Lachlan has already woken up. He knew he acted like it wasn't him last night and he had to admit that he was jealous of what he saw. He couldn't get enough of the woman who was peacefully sleeping beside him and wearing his shirt. His arm was under her head and he couldn't make a move, fearing that she might wake up. Everything was so surreal and unbelievable to him. He had a grip on her the moment he saw her in the bar where she work. All he ever wanted was to be with her again, to let her know his side, and to let her know that he still feel the same, and it didn't vanish as it grow day by day. When she run away from the captives of his arms on the very same day they made love in his hotel room, the fear that he bur
