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“I guess I’ll go back to sleep,” she said. “Good night. And I’m sorry again.”
“No more sorries,” he grumbled.
He lay in his bed, knowing that he wouldn’t sleep much tonight. About an hour later, she started crying out again. He ran in without his knife this time, sitting on the side of the bed to stare down at her in concern.
As soon as he touched her, she settled.
He waited a few moments before returning to his bed.
About two hours later, it happened again. This time, he decided he wasn’t leaving her. He couldn’t. After he got her settled back into a deep sleep, Wally held in her arms, he pulled the chair over. Knowing he wouldn’t sleep anyway, he’d watch over her while she got some much-needed rest.
* * *
Greer woke up feeling tired.That wasn’t unusual.
What was unusual was the man sleeping in the chair next to her bed. He had his head on the mattress, and his hand was outstretched and wrapped around hers.
Had he . . . why was he sleeping there? And holding her hand?
Shoot.
Had she had more nightmares? She couldn’t remember.
Poor Hack. She watched him for a long moment, but she really needed to pee. Slipping her hand from his, she managed to get out of bed. He must have been exhausted because he didn’t stir.
After using the bathroom, she grabbed her sketch pad and climbed back into bed. She was itching to sketch him. And when he was relaxed, like this, it was a perfect time.
* * *
Hack woke up with a groan.
Crap. Had he fallen asleep at work? He hated when he did that but sometimes it was better than trying to drive home. Looking around, though, he soon realized he wasn’t at the hospital. He was in a hotel room.
And a gorgeous girl was sitting on the bed in front of him, sketching on her pad.
“Good morning,” she whispered.
“Hey.” He stretched with his arms above his head, his back popping. “Shit.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Why’re you sorry, Snookums?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Because you had to sleep on a chair because of me.”
“I’ve slept in worse places, believe me.”
“Still, you had a perfectly nice bed and you slept in that uncomfortable chair. How many times did I wake you up?”
He wasn’t sure he should tell her that.
“Hack,” she said sternly.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise and she blushed.
“I was channeling your Dom voice.”
“I can tell. After the third time you cried out, I decided to stay in here. If I’m touching you, the nightmares don’t seem to come.”
