CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Oh, boy. Hope’s back ached. Falling asleep on the couch had not been a good idea. Only she wasn’t alone. Her head rested on something warm. A thump-thump sounded in her ear. She blinked open her eyes.
Light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room. She was on the couch curled against Josh. The even sound of his breathing kept her pulse from accelerating into the danger zone. He looked so young and carefree with his eyes closed and the edges of his mouth curved slightly.
Was he having a good dream?
Josh deserved one.
Tentatively, she brushed the hair away from his eyes. The strands were soft against her fingertips when last night everything about him had been hard lines and edges. The devastation written on his face had clawed at her heart. Thin
