Chapter Twelve
When Deborah opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a human face. Hank stared down at her, a concerned look etched across his brow. “Are you okay?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried. “You fainted.”
He held a bottled water to her lips and she took a sip before trying to speak.
“I…uh…this is so odd. I must’ve blacked out, and I had this very strange dream that you’d—”
“Shh. Don’t think about it now.”
She looked up at him and smiled, then realized suddenly that the man wasn’t wearing a shirt, and her head was resting in his lap. Startled, she rolled off of him and pushed herself up from the ground into a position on all fours.
Immediately Hank responded. He stood up and held out his hand to her, assis
