Cara’s eyes flew open all of a sudden in the wee hours of the morning. She wondered why she felt so weighed down as if a bulldozer was crushing her with its weight. She soon realized the cause of it all, Marcus Donnelly. In his sleep-driven state, he had rolled over to her side, almost crushing her with his weight. Alarmed, she checked his injured hand. It seemed as if he wasn’t in much pain. With his face embedded in the crook of her neck, her senses turned to mush, all she could do was wrap her arm around his torso and hold him close to her. A strange feeling of warmth and a surge of love filled her mind and body. She was now completely certain that she had fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker.
Marcus didn’t stir at all although Cara was unable to sleep with his hot breath fanning he
