DRAKE HUGGED HER BODY close to his chest. He could feel her heart beating a slow rhythm against his chest. It was soothing, like all his worries were going to melt away even if he knew they’d be there, waiting for him in the morning.
There was a first-floor bedroom that he’d had outfitted for her while he was away. His dragons, his friends, had gone on an exuberant shopping spree on his dime so that they could make the room feel more feminine. He’d been careful and explained the kind of creature Layla was, in case they got too far ahead of themselves and bought a quilt with sunflowers on it.
But, when he pushed the door open with his foot, he found they had, indeed, done a fine job of capturing the person he thought his mate was. The bed was wrapped in a satin comforter so dark he’d thou
