“Wake up, Jamie.” She tried to dodge away, but it was no good. He held her fast. She struck out with her fist, connecting with a hard body. “Jamie, don’t. It’s Mack.” Her eyes blinked open. In the light coming from the sitting room, she found herself staring into Mack Steele’s tense features. “What happened?” he asked. “Another dream,” she managed to say through chattering teeth. She was cold all the way to the bone, although she was under the covers and the room was warm. She couldn’t stop shak...ing, and when he gathered her in his arms, she clung to him. Part of her mind was aware that his shoulders and chest were bare. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but she saw his denim-clad legs. Either he’d been sleeping in his jeans or he’d pulled them on before running in here. “What happened?” he asked again. She turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek to the pillow. “I don’t want to talk about it.” “All right,” he answered, but she knew that the reprieve was only temporary.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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