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With a hand on her back, he rolled them so Kayleigh was lying beneath him. Her hair fanned the bed, her eyes hooded and hazy with want, her lips plump and red from his kisses. When he moved his lips to her neck, she arched into him, pressing their bodies together.

“Weston, I want you.”

Hearing her say it made his blood boil with need, especially when she whispered as if afraid to speak any louder.

He understood. The little greenhouse room felt like a bubble to him too. A perfect moment in time where it was just the two of them.

The world outside the bubble held violence and fear and problems. But right now, in this place, it was only the two of them. Only passion and heat and love.

With her little sigh leading him on, he worshipped Kayleigh in every way he could—the world beyond forgotten.

Chapter Eighteen

Kayleigh woke up wrapped in Weston’s arms, the sky still dark outside the window. They’d moved back into the main house after their first bout of lovemaking, just before the sun fully set. She’d had a moment to take in the room before he’d stolen her attention once more.

Weston’s bedroom was all earth tones and comfort. Soft sheets and plush carpet, the smell of greenery from some of the indoor plants he had stashed on every surface. It was cozy and warm, from the art on the walls down to the pictures of his family throughout the house. She was happy to see one of her own prints hanging above his dresser. Like the house, Kayleigh couldn’t help but think the room suited him perfectly.

It was still the middle of the night and she was more than content to just enjoy Weston’s embrace in the silence, so she tried to stay still. Somehow she still woke him up.

“Hey there.” His sleep-rough voice was enough to make Kayleigh shiver. He stroked a lock of hair out of her eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Amazing.” Everything about this whole night had been amazing. She ducked to rest her chin on his chest. “Have you been awake long?”

“No. I feel like I slept better than I have in years.” He gave a slightly self-conscious laugh as he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

She understood. Even years after her kidnapping, sleeping was sometimes hard. She still had to have the light on and oftenfelt anxious when she closed her eyes. But not right now, not with Weston.

“Me too. I like waking up to you, even if it’s the middle of the night,” she admitted, trying not to blush even though he wouldn’t be able to see it in the darkness.

It was too soon for future talks, especially with so much chaos around them. But being with him made her look forward to a time when things were more settled.

Would he want that with her? Because there was no doubt that she wanted it with him.

“I like it too.” He tilted her head and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips. Kayleigh opened her mouth, to ask about the future or deepen their kiss—either one was fine with her—when Weston’s phone rang.

“Damn it. Middle-of-the-night calls are never good.” He picked up his phone and connected the call. “Brax, what’s up?”

Kayleigh adjusted so she could sit up, but Weston’s arm around her waist tightened, keeping her pressed to him. She didn’t hate it one bit.

She heard the murmur of Brax’s voice on the other end of the line and it wasn’t long before Weston swore. “Hold on. Let me put you on speakerphone.”

A press of a button and Brax’s voice echoed through the room. “Dad just called. Looks like somebody is watching the house. He thinks there are two cars doing surveillance, maybe three. We’ve got one of our best men on Leo and we’re all on our way, but you’re closest to them.”

Weston was already out of bed and getting dressed.

Kayleigh flipped the light on and did the same.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to bring Kayleigh over there. If it’s a trap, she’ll be in more dang—” He cut off as he looked over at her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m getting dressed. We’re going.”

“It’s not a good idea.”

She raised one eyebrow. “I know you’re trying to protect me, but I’m not the one in danger right now. I’m not going to let someone potentially destroy your parents’ house like they did my father’s.”

All Kayleigh could think about were the pictures on the walls, the memories of the boys coming to live with the Pattersons, of Walker and Tessa and Claire joining the family.

That picture of Weston smiling that had changed his relationship with the Pattersons forever.

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