Chapter 3
Quinn opened one eye to find the room pitch black. He opened the other and read the time on the digital clock by the bed. It was just past two in the morning, and Lacey was curled up against his side. He’d sat with her while she cried for a few minutes, only to have her fall asleep in his arms. He’d gathered her up and carried her to her bed, intending to tuck her in and let her sleep. When he’d started to step away, she’d said his name, her voice raspy.
It was impossible for him not to curl up beside her when she said she didn’t want to be alone. Problem was, now he was in the same situation as the other night in the tent—hard as a rock and not a damn thing to do about it. He realized he probably could do something about it based on Lacey’s actions last night. Yet, that wasn’t
