Chapter Fourteen
Boone
When I came to a stop in front of the duplex I shared with Grace, my truck cab was quiet save for the soft sound of Grace’s breathing. I cut the engine and glanced over. She had fallen asleep only moments after I started the drive home from Stolen Hearts Lodge.
Her hair had come loose from the knot atop her head with several long strands hanging around her face. Her chin was dipped down to her chest, and her lips were parted. That invisible cord connecting me to Grace tightened.
Climbing out of my truck quietly, I rounded it and bundled her into my arms. She didn’t even budge. I surmised it was a combination of the wine on top of a long day at work. When I got to the top of the stairs, I realized I needed her key to get her in her place. I had her purse slung ove
