Page 146 of At the Edge of Surrender

My spirit squeezed. “She is.”

With a knowing glance at me, he helped me change her into her pajamas, lifting her up so I could work her sundress over her head and replace it with the gown, then he shifted her around beneath the covers, and I drew them to her chin.

The blonde waves strewn over her pillow. Her lips puckered and her brow lax.

Her sweet, sweet face so serene that there was no mistaking the amount of joy she’d experienced through the day.

I brushed my fingers through her bangs, and my heart fisted when I stepped back and Kane moved in to take my place.

The man a fortress over her, his movements tender as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her temple, his words quiet and raw as he mumbled, “Goodnight, Angel Face.”

Adoration spilled from his being.

I backed away, unsure that I could stand within the magnitude of it.

I crept out into the hall in an attempt to find solid ground.

Only it rolled and rumbled and quaked.

The man a force that tremored the floors and rattled the walls.

Decimating all barriers and demolishing sound reason.

Because I couldn’t form one rational thought when he stepped out and drew her door closed a fraction behind him.

My throat went dry when the man shifted around to peer at me through the dull, hazy light in the hall.

Big body striking chaos in the middle of mine.

Gravity.

Pure awe-inspiring, terrifying gravity.

He took a single step toward me.

My entire being rocked and swayed. Blown through by the power he emitted.

My pulse raced, a frantic thrum that throbbed desire through my veins.

This fierce pounding that I couldn’t understand or fathom.

One that I couldn’t evade.

He took two more steps forward.

His aura swilled around me.

A rising tide that started at my toes and swirled up my body.

“What do you think?” Kane’s voice was a hushed scrape.

“What do you mean, what do I think?” I had to ask it since I was about to do something super foolish and blurt out that I thought he was magnificent and wonderful and everything I shouldn’t want.

“About my family?” he pressed.

I blinked through what seemed like the thousand memories I’d made today, and my brow pinched in emphasis. “I think you’re right. I think they’re the best people I’ve ever met.”

I didn’t know how it could be.

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