Seven damn years of wondering whether the woman was still alive…whether she’d spent the last two thousand five hundred fifty-five days wondering if he was still alive.
Wondering whether that night was as burned into her memory as it was his.
Seven years having his heart tethered to Addison―and now she’s back. With even more reasons to run than she’d had then.
Only this time, Caine isn’t letting the gorgeous little flight risk out of his sight.
Regardless of how noble her reasons may be.
EVERY NIGHT WITHOUT YOU
Every cell in her body rebelled against the command.
“Please, honey. Don’t do that. Don’t flash that look at me. That stubborn rebel-in-stilettos sass will have you under me in your bed in two seconds flat.”
He groaned at whatever her eyes were telling him next.
To be fair, he started it with that panty-melting threat.
“Baby, you’re killing me.”
Right back at you.
He pushed open the door the rest of the way for her, one hand holding the top of the frame as if physically stopping himself from doing anything else.
For a while, the internal battles they each faced with themselves kept them both cemented where they stood.
But eventually, the growing torment and tension racking his entire frame made her back up a single step and clear the doorway.
“Lock the deadbolt.”
These overprotective demands just shouldn’t be this sexy.
She shut the door and laid her palm against it.
Knowing he was still out there, she confessed quietly to the wooden barricade between them, “That memory stayed with me, too. Even now, the only way I’m able to eventually fall asleep is to imagine your arms around me. Holding me. Keeping me safe.”