CHAPTER 11: Alison
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Alison woke, her eyes burning from crying most of yesterday. She should be relieved that this was over, but she wasn’t. She sat up, her gaze falling on the man who’d caused her tears.
Harker was sleeping in a chair by the crib, his large body twisted in a position that looked like it could’ve been designed by the Spanish Inquisition. Her heart softened and she smiled at the big goof. She had no idea why he hadn’t slept on the Murphy bed. He didn’t even have a cover and it was cold in here. She grabbed one of the extra blankets from the foot of her bed. Sleeping without covers seemed to be a habit of his. He’d done it when he’d fallen asleep on the couch on their wedding night. She dropped the blanket. She couldn’t do this. She had to remember that they weren
