Chapter Three
A silent force tore Krista from dreamless sleep. A strange sense of awareness filled her, making her instantly alert. It was morning, just barely. The lamp still burned softly beside her on the night table.
The hair prickled at the back of her neck and she had the uncomfortable sensation of eyes watching her. Slowly, she turned her head in the direction of the sleeping man. He was no longer unconscious, she noted, as a shot of adrenalin raced through her veins. He was sitting up against the iron scroll-worked headboard, dark eyes wide as he stared straight at her.
Standing now, Krista let the crocheted afghan slip to the floor in a rainbow puddle. She walked to the side of the bed, hoping to erase the look of anxiety in this man’s eyes, hoping to erase the same anxiety cou
