Chapter Twenty-Two
Colt didn’t want to wake up, the dream was too good. He’d dreamed about Lydia before, hell, nearly every night. But not like this. She felt so real. She sighed, a sound like music, and stretched her legs against his. With a groan, he tried to move his arm, surfacing from the dream as the realization hit him that his arm was pinned to the bed.
Holy s**t.
He struggled to sit, chasing the cobwebs from his brain. There was a woman in his bed. Lydia was in his bed. His pulse roared in his ears. Was he hallucinating? He hated muscle relaxers, hated the way they made him foggy. “Lyds?” he asked thickly.
“Mmm hmm,” she answered sleepily and stretched against him.
He definitely wasn’t dreaming. She was next to him, very much flesh and blood. n***d flesh and blood. “What happ
