“And your future is so clear? Because mine sure as hell isn’t.”
“Kind of,” Patrick leaned his cheek against her hair and rubbed it there the way a dog would. Except Patrick Gallagher was a deliciously strong cowboy, not some four-legged fur beast. “Clearer than it’s ever been before.”
“What is it?”
“I don’t have much of it yet.”
She could feel his sudden discomfort, but couldn’t find the energy to pull away from his warmth and surety. “Give me what you have.”
He rubbed his cheek against her hair a few more times. If he kept that up much longer, she was going to forget her question and have her first s*x in far too long right here in the forest up against a tree.
“I—”
She could hear and feel Patrick’s frustrated growl. She’d wager that it wasn’t a sound he often made. She breathed hi
