Chapter 17
Lacey rolled her head to the side to look out the windows. Dawn was just breaking, the light wispy and thin rays of sun breaking through the clouds in orange and gold. The landscape was blanketed with snow. The spruce trees were bright green under the dusting. She rolled her head to the other side to see Quinn’s amber hair mussed. He was still asleep, his breathing even and steady. His palm was resting on her abdomen as he slept curled toward her. Her heart tightened as she contemplated yesterday afternoon and evening. He’d given far more than the comfort she sought when she’d called him for help. She was starting to feel like she’d let things go too far. He meant too much, but she didn’t enjoy feeling like she needed anyone, and she was feeling dangerously close to needing him
