Page 20 of Harbor (The Wanderers 3)

He yawned, making her wonder how much sleep he’d gotten since she’d arrived a week ago. Probably not much. He’d been sitting next to her every time she woke up in the last day or two.

“You need to sleep,” he informed her as he moved to the foot of the bed, lifted her leg, and settled it elevated on a pair of pillows.

She wasn’t sure who she was, but she suddenly scooted to one side of the bed and patted the other side. “Lie down with me. You’re exhausted.”

He stiffened. “What?”

She patted the mattress next to her, scooting farther, making more space for him. “Come on. I know you’re not going to sleep while I rest. You’re going to sit in that chair and watch me. Soon I’ll have to worry about you falling and hitting your head instead of me if you don’t get some sleep.”

He ran his palm up her arm. “You sure?”

“Positive. Get your ass up here before I regain my senses and change my mind.”

He quickly scrambled to lie down next to her on his side, facing her. He cupped her face, his own inches from hers. “You’re making it really hard not to like you, baby,” he murmured.

“Mmm.” She closed her eyes, confident she would not have a nightmare with him next to her. She grabbed his hand, threaded their fingers together, and settled their combined clasped hands on her stomach.

It only took a few deep breaths before she fell into a deep sleep.

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