Chapter Two
Ian lay on the bed next to Paige. Her presence constantly beckoned him no matter how hard he tried to resist. Here he was again watching her restless sleep. He could see her clearly in the murky darkness of the room that whispered of femininity. She lay on her back, fists clenched, mumbling words of fear, as another nightmare claimed her.
What was it that haunted her sleeping mind nightly? Her divorce? Or was it something else?
Unfortunately, he didn't know much about her. He wasn't a mind reader and she wasn't the type who talked to herself. All he had to go by were a few one-sided phone conversations and the way she projected herself with sighs, her sleeplessness, a sad little twist of her mouth.
It seemed obvious her fear was because of her ex. Whether he beat her or abu
